Blue Men grouped as aliens, Broadway.
Blu Tack stuck in stress, against the office globe.
Blue seizures, on a ward somewhere.
I wore indoors.
Blue seas, actually green
Blue skies, not often.
Those blue remembered Japanese
Blue feeling at a gathering.
I see a red door in another spectral instance, blue,
I need three colours including blue
to fly for me, France and America, if true.
Not bleach blue, but
fish tank with two
inside sleeping blue.
New coat of eggshell blue
and deciding to lose
a CD single – boyband Blue,
for some reason, blue. (da ba dee)
Whatever is blue to you will do.
Mirrorball blue, for a moment, alight
on jitterbugging shoe.
The boys in plume of blue,
a peacock’s room.
“Whatever”, chattering myself
out of a cold case clue,
my kind, my glue,
(not, of course, true.)
Roughly all the fifty, further natures of you
in a Master Suite hotel room blue,
a mask sought online,
work ties, tight, mercilessly soon,
each twitch, raised hair and goosebump
in our pursuit,
your shock-curled toe paint
and we know we are safe
and two to each
command/react in beauty