Tema: The blue baboon

In the dark side of the moon,

There lives a baboon, who is always blue.

Why? No one has a clue.

It’s like he had a never ending flu.

He lives in true gloom, wishing his own doom.

Sitting on the corner, with his mind in disorder.

Just being blue, sniffing glue…

Glue that turns his brain into blue gue ,

Which pours out of his eyes, out his ears

And into the drain leaving the skull,

Empty, without a grain, just plain.

Dyeing the floor, purple

Dying, in silent pain, once again.

I hope that there only words, kisses, nice work.

Hello friend and thank you for your comments, art imitates life, and poetry is art, the art of words which creates many worlds, where reality and fiction meet, in other words my reality lies in the fiction of my poetry ,thanks again for your comments. I also speak and write in Spanish, Y he leído algunos de sus trabajos, que son muy Buenos por cierto, Gracias de nuevo por tomarse la molestia de leerme en verdad se aprecia. Un saludo y hasta pronto colega.