hel·low (ˈhelō/) exclamation. A salutation embodying the vibrant energy found in the color yellow.

04 March 2012

My Glowing Blue Skin

Only sometimes,
I wish I could peel off
My glowing blue skin
Conceal my third eye
Stitch on a button nose
Stub my long fingers
Scrape off their adhesive tips
Lengthen my legs
And shorten my arms
Release some of the fluid
From my bulbous head
            Let it trickle down my back
Dulling the vibrant glow.
Only sometimes,
            I wish I could grow
                        Carefully, ever so
                                                I would peel away
                                                            My glowing blue skin
                                                Place it on a hanger
                                    And put in the closet
                        With all of their skeletons
            And change into the skin
They want to see.
            Then, maybe,
            Only maybe,
            I could be one of them
                        Not dwelling alone
                                    Not watching them
                                                But being them
                                    Torment my body
                        Find humor in the great inane
            And discover how low
The shovel dared to dig.
            Before long, I would go
Back to the closet
            And exchange skins.
In my blue skin, I would
Climb into
My little saucer
And go back to being
The Unidentified Flying Object
That they choose to question
And never believe.
Choose my little saucer
While they
Choose their self-absorbed world.
Only sometimes,
I wonder what it would be like
To live without
My glowing blue skin.

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