Jon Cooper


As I Stare Into The Midnight Bruise. - Poem by Jon Cooper

As I stare into the midnight blue

I think this is black, it is not blue.

Black and blue, black and blue

The color of my brand new shoe.

My knee is also blue and black

I scraped it against a big read shack,

A big red shack full of knick-knacks

Knicks and knacks, knacks and knicks

In a big red shack that’s next to sticks

Sticks are things that fall from trees

They also hold the homes to bees

And those big brown trees also hold leaves

Leaves and bees, bees and leaves

Are both from trees

That made a pile of big stick-e’s

Big stick-e’s next to a big red shack

A big red shack full of knick-knacks

That made my knee turn black and blue

The color of my brand new shoe

These are the things I think about as I stare into the midnight blue

That’s really black

But it’s called blue

Black and blue, black and blue,

The color of my brand new shoe…


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 28, 2010



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