Mr. Allen Blue currently lives out of a book bag while traveling the country on a Greyhound. It's much less romantic than it sounds. He posts sporadically, because he has to find public access at libraries. He enjoys any and all criticisms. more »
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Allen Blue Poems
The Bowl Cut
I've always hated getting a haircut, because, despite my protestations, the only style that seems befitting for a man with Asian hair
Not About Love
I have nothing new to write. From too many recastings The material has grown brittle. It’s best to find another
I went to the priest When my prayers started Going straight to voicemail. He smiled and said I just needed
A Poet's Philosophy
If you can write it in three words then it's a universal truth. If it takes four to nine words
At the Charles Theater
The evening opens on our moon, crisply folding Into the nighttime panoramic of starry stars Staring at the old man marquee blissfully exposing himself To the passersby happening by with echoes
The Belated Farewell
I want these words to feel like the delicate skin on the underside of your favorite flower.
Radio Station Son
After the swing shift at the yard, you'd sit on the couch, with your shirt stained under the arms, swearing that you were starting to rust away
Love Amongst the Sunflowers During an Af...
A young nurse, while drawing my blood, tried making small talk by telling me about Tuscan sunflower fields she wanted to visit. She hoped they would be as she remembered
In the Poet's Defense
Do not punish me for wanting to poeticize an ideal inspired by a woman wandering
We were still growing into our shoes when I found my father's radio and took you to a summer field. While twisting to Sam Cooke
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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The Bowl Cut
I've always hated getting a haircut,
because, despite my protestations,
the only style that seems befitting
for a man with Asian hair
is unfortunately the bowl cut.
I explained to the stylist today
that I wasn't trying to be an extra
in a 70s Kung-Fu film,
so I didn't need the bowl cut.
She nodded without really listening
and gave it to me anyway.
It was as I watched my bangs
being trimmed on the edge of a ruler
that I realized a salon
isn't the place for a haircut;
it's just a pretense for vanity
and a moment to feel attractive ...