Blue For Me and Black in Spades

Blue for me and black

in spades.

 

One up and down

with running totals –

marked in blue and

black for  you.

 

Blue of me who

counts my cards

and wilds imagination –

blueways.

 

Black in prairie the

storms and sounds

of gospel chant.

 

Blue maker go away,

set a pathway normal –

release the hounds

of god.

 

Draw me sun, sketch

some rabbit rare in shapes

and whites – no

bloody poetry

please.

 

Blue for me and black

in spades.

 

2013 Barry Comer

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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