Funk face

The funk is turned all the way up
The blues are turned all the way down
The colors of all this sound
Are dripping down the walls
And out onto the street
Ain’t that just sweet?
That place where you and I
Meet
In the park, so complete
I could sing!
In fact I will, but just a couple bars
Maybe a couple more
Maybe a couple of more bars
For this lady I have just met
And I’ll bet we’ll have the date set
Before we leave,
PLEASE
Say ya will, baby
Do ya need me, baby?
The way I need you?
Forgot all my blue
But I ain’t never gon’ forget you!
That’s what is true
I don’t mind thinkin’ bout you
Long as you’re thinking bout me!
OOOHHHWEEEEE!
What’s that smell?
Somethin’ sweet as hell!
Oh, damn!
I’m sorry y’all that’s just my baby!
Just my sweet as hell baby!
It’s ok to be jealous
I was
But I ain’t no more!
Cause she’s mine
She’s all mine
I ain’t gon’ leave ya none
Not a drop
Not a drip
Sorry
I never learned to share
Any bits of my baby
Swept up all the crumbs
Ain’t givin you shit!
Quit!

Skip James – Hard Times Killing Floor Blues

Blue by Becca Yenser

I like the blue cold gelcaps,

Blue as an ocean,

If an ocean could be combed clean,

Fat as a beluga whale, no waist,

Nothin’, just a shape equally

Thick at both ends, no taper.

I like my pillow a certain way,

Feathers lifting the thoracic vertebra,

Tents and bears and campfires.

In my dreams I take a train through

Europe, I own a farm with Nick Cave,

My dog is alive again, mid-river.

This is not what I meant to say.

The president is shooting holes

Through my bedsheet. Why are

you laughing? In the morning

I’m a foot soldier in slippers;

Taking word arrows to the skull.

There is no end to the way the

World will end.

Oh my god, to be asleep

In a sea of crushed blue whatevers..

Guess

It’s like Jazz.
Ironic, when it’s a candle’s hue.
Cliche, when describing sadness.
The ocean reflects the sky and we see it,
or is it the other way round?
The river runs it.
Eyes want to be it.
Cold lips shutter.
City and Colour.

A challenge

Describe the color blue without using the word blue.

From Fall to May

Oh, how I miss the golden grain,
now in some winter sad.
I drove the car clear up to Maine,
just tryin’ to make you mad.

What’s left of this lonesome pain,
Tell me, what’s left of dad?
I wish the house’d go up in flames,
it wouldn’t be so bad.

The bank tore the house in two,
Ya wanna run away?
I miss ma, how ’bout you?
I know, nuthin’ left to say.

And I had a favorite color too.
Yours brought in the day.
The irony is the color’s blue
Sad from fall to may.

I’m sad from fall to may.