ODE Poem: Blue Velvet – An Ode to David Lynch, by Tim Donahue

Baby wants Blue Velvet
To write in bruises, bruiseblue running uncoordinated in vain
Down veins called baby, baby it aches like a solid wedged in in
The blood blue velvet morning moving slow gasping coffee so as to
Numb the shake from sleep. Baby wants Blue
Anchor into concrete for shoes in reality blues
Color graded northwestern pale vampiric in the evergreens with
Sky so close falling heavy rain permeated cloud
Baby wants
Blue morning holding making something
More than the moment not melancholic and too
Good for too long not melancholic yet but a lapse
In blue moments between the blue baby
Wants blue
Velvet
Soft disgrace to hold, comfortable, there is nothing worse.
Baby wants Red Velvet
To cancel counteract fire inside of my bruise like
A joy, she thinks holding strong flame for a burn where
Everything’s smooth and bubbleover the roughskin, roughskin red
Velvet baby needs her to hold so there is a light there
Is always proof of a light in the scorch
The very burn, light
The very velvet, her proof baby wants
Proof there is something and it hurts but it’s light. Fire never will bruise burning never will
Bruise, baby wants bruise, Blue Velvet boy back crazy brained and
Bruised until the robins come
In dreams
Neat girls
Lynch ladies scorching on the stainglass
Martyrs disproving this blue velvet wanting this blue velvet morning this velveteen mourning.

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