I think of you
and I eschew
the color blue
I see your face
then I erase
its every trace
I down a brew
I hear your name
and I proclaim
a brand new game
as I embrace
an ingénue
Don’t get me wrong
about my attitude
I sing this song
to give me latitude
in this landscape of romance
in this double-dealing dance
where I never stood a chance
Back in my tomb
your sweet perfume
pervades the room
and I assume
you must be near
but no one’s here
Roger Armbrust
June 26, 2011
