BLUE PERIOD TRITINA
You can’t get to the top from the bottom
w/o stepping on some mentors on the way.
The sky beyond the top is powder blue,
the blue of early memories, the baby blue
of blue raspberry Slushees in a glass-bottom-
boat-shaped glass. There’s no graceful way
to fall on your ass, so you have to keep away
from the marbles: the cat’s eye, the big blue
shooter & loathsome aggie, small as a subatom.
Bottom’s up! Bombs away. Thar she blew.