MY BLUES

Bosnia, Bosnia,.....................I'm sitting
silent, under the bombing waves
of Kerouac rants

singing the Somalia, Sierra Leone Blues

smiling, snapping fingers
to the Nova Scotia nights

perfume smells

malefic lips

impeding glands

she slapped me down hard

her eyes gazed my belly
her eyes gazed me down

a signal of remembrance

the average age of shell shock
redemption is 19

under the Calculus bombs

of Liberia

the Gypsy spells of

malignant scars
in Macedonia

Their star prince long

dead in the castle's greatness

The sword dizzying
generals gone

the languages of Dagestan

have crumbled

the Morse Code dust

blown into the
Caspian Sea

by ozone depleting winds......................

now the Livonians

sing the Blues

and their dreams are

gone

and I sit silent

in my room

my fingers walking
the bombing waves

of the orphan poets

and my rigidly

uneasy

Blues

Stephan Baley
Copyright 2000