Mapmaker Bruised Architecture
If only I could mold the space before me
Into dreams and wordy thoughts
I wouldn’t be so lost.
I’d see our neuro-vibrations
Building the architecture of ink
Into the clouds.
There’d be a skyline blue with choppy logic
Against a white sky of potential mistakes.
The forms and fire of this black and blue
Landscape are sleeping always, always
Sleeping in this city of dreams
Realer than color and realer than the light
That’s vibrating
And yearning to explode
Into the peace of black and blue architecture.
I am a blind man running in this city.
I lack the strength to give or take or to listen.
I thought you were my guide but you’re not you’re
stronger than me
Where can we go?
Instead I’m painted tainted black and blue.
Stumbling fumbling mumbling my questions only
Bruised by the answers grey ruins without walls.
But I love you yes I do.
But I love you yes I do . . .
