clouds colored black
Rising from the earth
Floating on red skies
The sun Is gray
Rectangular to the
Earth shaped like
An ovum
a sensate object
splashes in the sea
Like an inverted comma

He is Icarus
He just drowned

They do not think
It is I

The sea is not green
It is black

I am trying to be
Off-white

for you
To see

But you can’t
You did not try
seeing hard enough.

You have no time
For this
For me
Or anything else.

Sometimes I think
I should have
Grown myself
into a suicide bomber
And then explode
Inside you.

Perhaps you
Will notice me
Finally.

My
Color must not
Be red.
I may
Blend with the
Red sky again.

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-may-blend-with-the-red-sky-again/