Self Satisfied Blue
A poem for Sherman
I know it's there
If I can't see it on the horizon
I can feel its presence
The mirage I know is true
Self satisfied blue
Further past deep deep sunken eyes
the placid lake, the source, the complacent blue;
Traces slither through his visible sprawling decorative veins
Traces fire off his skin
in rough
stark
determined
black
and
brown
and
grey
Diatribes leap off lilies through sharded teeth
Frogs live peacefully, though,
I know.
This expansive blue,
beautiful,
Is the morrow of your gaunt frame.
I hope you can learn
to float
whether it takes another thirty years of struggle
or not
you will
you will
you will someday
learn to bathe
in your complacent blue
Brian Goede
May 25, 1995