Ben Redlawsk - BLUE (32°52'35.5"N 117°13'11.5"W)

Blue lips and cuts from trees
Huddle 'round the candles
Cold is in my feet
Fifty blank screens
Forty-thousand dark windows
Not one is out of place
Not one is out of place
White lines and cracks between
Empty like a warehouse
On the port of a dark sea
A painting of a parking lot
A painting late at night
A painting of a single car
In a concrete pool
concrete pool

Written by:
Benjamin Redlawsk

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