The eerie blue glow
of ballgames and shows,
most places I go,
in every bar on my road.
It intrudes
and though my eyes elude
for a while
it's inevitable that I'll
draw nearer to its hue.
Though it bruises my eyes
as black and blue,
still it soothes thirsty sighs
as the draught ales do.
Talking about me,
Then talking to me,
then talking as me,
and pretending to be me.
Or imitating my style,
in loving, practiced guile,
as she walks down the aisle?
For I finally realize
the light is being drawn to me,
that it's coming to me,
in a statement of symmetry
begun on my knees.
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