The Man in Blue
︎︎︎ Sam Robinson
︎ Nov 6, 2025
Who can deny the man in blue?
Only the sick melange of denizens
Calling this city home—cruel
Joke! I know my home is anywhere I lay
My head encrusted as a tortoise shell from certain
Lounges of men against the grain, perhaps refined,
Lettered even painted in gaudy unnamed colors but why
Forget the humble cornflower? Never, neither tangles
Of the Sun in a bird’s nest, sit beside your cans
Without tools to open them but teeth & the little
Muscles of the fingers taut to pierce aluminum
Now fair lady stand up & exhibit the perfect
Articulation of a torso against the scrying
Glass horrors to which I am subject, shatter
Illusions before my eyes, all fall prey for
Testimonies of the man in blue, his testimony
Written in pre-literate indigo, diluted by water, faded
By a solar thrashing, stand again my fairest
Lady who exists outside, of iron age & cloistered view
Only the sick melange of denizens
Calling this city home—cruel
Joke! I know my home is anywhere I lay
My head encrusted as a tortoise shell from certain
Lounges of men against the grain, perhaps refined,
Lettered even painted in gaudy unnamed colors but why
Forget the humble cornflower? Never, neither tangles
Of the Sun in a bird’s nest, sit beside your cans
Without tools to open them but teeth & the little
Muscles of the fingers taut to pierce aluminum
Now fair lady stand up & exhibit the perfect
Articulation of a torso against the scrying
Glass horrors to which I am subject, shatter
Illusions before my eyes, all fall prey for
Testimonies of the man in blue, his testimony
Written in pre-literate indigo, diluted by water, faded
By a solar thrashing, stand again my fairest
Lady who exists outside, of iron age & cloistered view