B L U E

my blue feeling
midday
Monday
clouds are passing in my frame
my mind is not in charge
I have loud parts
and my mouth is like gunfire
I keep talking
I don't listen well
in search of more of me
as much as I would like to be in love
I am not
it happened once
and
I lost myself to my heart
the one story still lives
I can remember the war
it made me out of tune
today
Monday
my blue
-B