everyday the sky is blue
like the blood coursing through my veins
is blue
and my thoughts
are blue

and when the alcohol jumps in
it gets even thinner
like a baby blue day
but all the birds
are sparrows

shitting on
my head

melting into
my brain

and i can’t turn my back on it,
the cancer of life that is
empathy like mud
of the lives that
passed to God knows…
God knows…
God knows…
he spent seven days
on this.

clogging my

blue veins.

Mathias Nelson