Blue Lights

Dusk mixed parable

licking my chin.I lost a marble

spinning adrift.wincing

when i gargle.solutions

of combustion in confusion..

moving..degress..

stars sparkle on high seas

more questions

blinking so fast

off the freeze

cold hands

a hacking weeze

so polite with my please(pleas)

piecing a poem

like a puzzle

the edges re arrange

piercing the juts while i guzzle:

cuddling cheap

thrills

1901-04

picasso

slanting my chicago

nostril

soul with holes

old an un grown

an unknown cracking

in ah blue lights blinking

im basking..

im asking..

no thinking

just asking..