Everything's blue in this world
By Vacant Dragon à la Subverted Lips, Sam Wagan Watson
Published 18 February 2024
I have trouble (remembering)
haemorrhaging where the dream staircase leads
is that the basement or the room where we first met?
that ramshackle house that I try to avoid
working memory not working
the pursuit of desire no longer a fire
anger in these organs, amnesia in this brain
death dreams pass quickly, no closure with those
hitting your own child in the rain
pains of letting go of imperfection
the protagonist loses faith in one determined flash
jasmine flowers, cut grass, honeysuckle, industrial lips
metal flies on meat kind of sweet
the defeat into sleep, the deepest shade
I swear I ate you before the apple turned
Telling myself I’m in the blue
(For your own good you’re in a dream)
Footnote: this poem was created using the Dreams or Memories constraint as the starting point.