World of Blue

Blue hood closed,
stare aimlessly ,
rotating traffic.
Immature and twitching nervous -
restless in confusion.

I just don't know
which way I go,
through bitter life -the world turns,
spinning the roamed streets

I lost control - I flipped
I lurched - an
arched feline spine,
a time of waiting to be ripped
and racked, no turning back
no reprisal,
survival in
here,
torn and hurting
creatively cold,
aloof.

Until such time
as I may learn another way,
I burn,
I turn and face
a cinder scar, a place afar
the last embers
palm-clutched
blistering.
Screaming,
Streaming pain,
The flesh wound
scarred for life.