Blue is the color of Los Angeles
Dusty culverts puddle beneath sky
hunting for mates. Tears tattooed
credits, the dramatic hue of asphyxiation
blue from whiteboard markers and brains
veins. My daughter’s guitar teacher killed
scales. Sad notes and an azure gaze
So much here to misunderstand,
Children of Interrogation
Why are you running from my hugs?
The questions marks I wield are barbed tonight.
Water torture will not work on a mermaid.
My last cigarette is in the future, I’m afraid.
Why won’t dental floss decapitate my enemies?
Martin Ott is a former U.S. Army interrogator. He has been nominated for two Pushcart prizes, and his poetry manuscript Children of Interrogation has been a semi finalist or finalist in more than a dozen poetry competition. contact
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