A Fog Of Victoria Blue Poem by Jacob Underwood

Ghastly streets below with aches of fog blurring the state between real and fiction
Only able to see the blueberry bushes as tall as hedges like a medieval guillotine
Slowly life sours in the streets though not even a sign of a body just foggy emptiness
Disappearing cars as if no one was there to begin with clearing out into utter silence
Even with the fog purging the sky yet the air still smells like old blueberry tea

But you stay there on your balcony breathing in the air of bleariness without action
You stand there smoking like nothing has happened fresh from the cigarettes nicotine
The blues washing over you obsolete as you measure the air with a certain heaviness
To take all of the lust out of you no flavor no spice not a whisper for pure guidance
But you don't even have enough energy to utter a pitiful weasel-like plea

Nor would you want too all you have to do is bury your face in the bluest vision
The blueberry's coating your lashes and voice making it a light wispy wintergreen
An eye for lying to your own face however so you evade even your own luckiness
To hold onto your idleness mistaking it for prim and proper royal blue patience
Now your skin tone matching cloudiness of the skies like a polarised tree

A snap your willpower tears it's already weak structure now never to thicken
The fog swirling around abandoned plazas celebrities now like an olden magazine
People on signs that you don't remember but why would you think about pettiness
Dizzying to look at the billboards so instead lay with the blueberry's fragrance
You could've sworn billboards don't move your waiting as evils always come in three

Looking at the tops of the rooftops with inken snakes crawling from the friction
Billions of eyes looking just as tired as yours do now so you take a moment to lean
Grazing the snakes skin that feel like a pie gone cold and lost all of its merriness
And you stay there waiting for the third evil knowing it'll be worse than vengeance
But it never comes but you notice your hands are shaded a more reddish glee