Poetry Series, Deep Blue River

Well... Be well. 

by deep blue river

I wasn't even quite shining yet

I wouldn't call it a gleam 

Or a luster 

(Be well) 

Every morning I would awake to apply the glue to the cracked shell

Of my face 

Stare into the bleached blue of my eyes and try to compliment them 

"You're looking quite fancy there 

Sad heart 

What's for breakfast" ? 

( be well) 

I would push and I would pull

My own carpet from under my feet 

I would sing and midway through the note 

Fall sharply off a cliff 

Like choking on a rag 

Meant to silence me

Hanging on a post out to dry 

Not dry

Still wet 

Anyone have hands strong enough to ring those waves out of me ? 

( be well) shut up! 

I wasn't lightening 

I was sawdust swept into a pile 

The leftovers of someone's laborious project that resulted in a beautiful dream for them and a semi-sonic bombshell

For me

The sound of that note descending into the chambers and the recesses of my mind was like the proverbial coin 

Dropped down the Grand Canyon

Of wells 

With God saying do you see now

How deep I have dug this well ? 

Oh well! 

Yes... Well I certainly do and climbing up the mortared bricks inside the slippery slope ain't an easy thing compadre! You call yourself a master designer, pops? 

I need to speak with the engineering department? 

1-800 I got myself 

A heartache. Holding time: undetermined. 

Approximately an eternity to wait for sunshine. 

Alternative: walk outside and stand in me; for as long as it takes. Operators on this line are constantly busy. 

(be well) ...well ... shit!) 

I am not even quite shining yet ( hello?)

( days are easier) 

But 

I wouldn't call it a gleam 

Or a luster 

Certainly not a sheen or a shine.

I am still standing ( out here) for as long as it takes. 

( be well).