There is an impossible blue countess
leching in my fear mongering back yard.
See the heartbroken morning writhe in chains.
Noon is a brutal master.
Lovers are knives,
moan low in noon light.
Cold is curious-
Like this royal blue nobility of consciousness
pontificating on cold betrayal.
exacting private taxes on the air.
Oxygen is an independent element.
Yet shrieks when hydrogen is rended from it.
I am a neutron.
I am an imaginary number.
I am dark matter.
Light blows this way
a cheap exotic dancer.
And always the ultraviolet mafia
is skimming some off the top.