It’s like sunshine in the wintertime
oh, you can see it, but you can’t feel it
so I go inside warm by electric light
and count down heart beats
my blood is blue inside me
turns red whenever I bleed.
Even the greatest vocabulary fails to bring new meaning to history or spirituality
unless you believe Benjamin Franklin created electricity
believe the fantasy of Prometheus.
The language of science like the science of language
tongue tied to the grammar of the motion of emotion
drawn from the depths
paints blue blood red
the second it takes its first sip of oxygen.
Pouring out, I’m a negative of me
caught in dreams black and white photography
and I can feel my heart beating
and I know that though you can’t feel
sunshine in wintertime
give it time
the ice will lose its bite
Old Man Winter will loosen his reign
snow will reincarnate to rain
the flowers haven’t forgotten how to fight
through a crack in the sidewalk.