Kaliedescope

For Tim the only lead singer in my life.

At a distance me and you

a magnificent view through a blue tube

turn the ring

faint echo sings

Cardboard Blues.

Sparkly bling a mirror brings

vibrant yellows and reds

splintered fragments in shiny bed

sunshine, passion the fashion

I won't turn that ring

The Blues I refuse to sing.

Steel stringed images in green and blue

someone bumped me changing hues

money and sorrow follow

me and you turn hollow

the ring turned and all that's left

is a song along in Power Blues

I'm tone deaf.

Heavy Metal black and grey

discordant sounds a hangover's prey

depression accessorized in chains of weep

moisture ridden tears sog the pleat

a fog of old newspaper rolled

forever framed our paper mache soul

the Blues echoing in my brain

an unending repeating refrain

broken ring

unable to sing.