ROBIN WYATT DUNN - BLUE POEMS

Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in a state of desperation engineered by late capitalism, within which his mind is a mere subset of a much larger hallucination wherein men are machines, machines are men, and the world and everything in it are mere dreams whose eddies and currents poets can channel briefly but cannot control. Perhaps it goes without saying that he lives in Los Angeles.

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only blue
deliver blue
I am delivered blue
blue in the night
under the water
blue
 
blue in the night
I am blue
it's blue
the night

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I am blue
deliver me away
deliver me away from blue
now in blue.
 
blue river blue reward
blue city and blue chord
tight fragrant and afraid
blue river and blue chord
blue city oer my heart
 
chant my name


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Blue my regard for you
after we're arrived
after we make camp
after the fire is out
after the dawn is come
blue my regard for you
in the season's end
 
when the lights go out
 
Blue my regard for you
no one else
 
 
Blue my regard for you
After camp
After rain
After fury, fire and visits
The world.
 
Blue rain
and mountains
over my shoulder
 
I am a blue mountain over my shoulder
running
I'm running with you
 
Under fire

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I am blue
No one else is blue
I am blue
 
It's blue.
 
I am blue
It's blue.
 
Now you are blue.
We are blue.
 
This is blue.
 
Down:
 
The lightning and the deep
All I remember of you
in your dark eyes


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Blue my regard for you
After the rain
The day is coming.
Furious and alone.
 
I'm blue in the city
In my loneliness
And in my waiting.
 
I am waiting for the city to wake up.
But it is asleep.
 
I am blue
My city is blue.
 
These lights color us
bright
 
lightning


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​red is the end
the gloaming red end
rises over the fire
burning us
 
burning us black fire
storming us black fire and music in rain
 
all black fire  rain and music storms us in the dark
death and the still air rises over the dead trees and dark
 
all the dark water rises over the plains
in the dark
 
churning
 
I am blue inside the dark,
waiting