Blue Or Red Poem by Charles Thomas Carter

I carry blue halls
to the back of the...
room.
I have solaced shoes
burning brightly
in everything I
tread on.

I can hear the twisting
of the intoxicated
beyond graves
waiting to be feeled.
I'll show all my creed and cold
to spite my rage
that I cannot be said

waning one
warning two

Lock this song for a journey under
the thousands who starve their notes
as I quantify that yours is ice
and I Apollo'Gize I could not convince
foreign a word it is no freeze.

The spiel is broken in mute alone
is dust-in-knees
a fate of whomever
would have been they who won your love.

We believed so red a color.



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