BLUE COUP D’ETAT

Dry eyed beyond tired rainy mornings soaked sweating sticky skin pigeons and dead mice smelling older without feeling grey skies splattering tires endless traffic everybody stay home today fat chance noise stands still nervous ready to run or fight don’t corner it or the car alarms swell slow and unabating dreams wet behind the ears at war waking every few minutes to breath or beat my dead arm or both blood flow barks angry lonely baby used to aloneness happy yellow misery myth hugs tight distant memory and make believe speculating and prophesying the never dawn instead of the ever day