Blending With The Sky Again Poem by RIC BASTASA

clouds colored black

Rising from the earth

Floating on red skies

The sun Is gray

Rectangular to the

Earth shaped like

An ovum

A splash in the sea

Like an inverted comma

He is Icarus

He just drowned


They do not think

It is me

The sea is not green

It is blacker than black

I am trying to be

Off-white for you

To see.

But you can’t

You did not try

Thinking hard enough.

You have no time

For this

For me

Or anything else.

Sometimes I think

I should have

Grown myself

As the suicide bomber

And then explode

Inside you.

Perhaps you

Will notice me

Finally.

My

Color must not

Be red.

I may

Blend with the

Red sky again.