Asylum: A Sestina

April 8, 2011
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He smiled like cleanliness and smoke.
His teeth brighter than the sun,
but his smile more dull than the earth.
He told me he liked my eyes cause they were blue,
and his favorite color happened to be sky.
It was love at first sight.

To behold him there, waiting, was quite a sight.
I’d never seen someone emerge from the smoke
of reality and enter my forever sky.
Behind him, he was illuminated by the sun,
which accented the blue
shirt he was wearing the reminded me of the earth.

What are you in for? He asked, rubbing his foot across the earth.
The voices in my head apparently are not an extra sight,
I say jokingly, hoping he’ll be mesmerized by my eyes so blue.
He blows out a puff of smoke
and squints into the sun.
I like to burn things, he says to the sky.

This hospital in the sky
is where people who cant live on earth
go. Regular people don’t see us cause we’re covered by the sun.
Some know of us, but most just don’t want to lose their sight
by looking through all the smoke
into the wide, open blue.

This boy, I don’t know his name, but I’d like to call him Blue,
because he reminds me of the sky.
His lips peel away from his teeth and smoke
billows outward creating a small globe of earth.
At least I know he’s not losing sight
of the goal: to get out of here and into the sun.

We’re all insane; those of us that can’t see the sun.
People are afraid because all we see is the blue
of our eyes. All that’s important to us is our sight.
We live in the sky,
because earth
just isn’t normal for people of smoke.

At least I have a smoke friend that loves the color blue.
It gives me hope that I’ll travel from the sky back to the earth
someday. Where my sight will only be set on the sun.

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etaientclair said...
May 10, 2011 at 12:42 am
beautiful! its hard to write a sestina without making it sound cheesy, but you pulled it off with aplomb my dear :)
puritanpen said...
May 10, 2011 at 12:16 am
Sestinas are so difficult to write and yet this one flows with a tone of whimsical melancholy.
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