A Velveteen Second Ever Dream

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 in 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.