Through Every Shade Of Blue

She is the deepest breath
drawn and held
as you make-believe
somehow
through every shade of blue
that you don’t need her
right now
breathing into you

Without Question

She asked me which was worse a hell,
the bottle or our time in black.
Without question, dear, the latter.
The bottle never loved me back.

My Beautiful Ghost

Through motions down the darkest hall
Wearing white sheets
clean and pressed
She slips right through the bedroom wall
Falls asleep on my chest

"Elephant"

"Elephant"

Little White Birds

Strung out and slender
Silk and lace
Stolid white horses
Strewn about the place

Calliope’s wild
Eighty-eight
on a one to ten
Penny-wise hearts
together again

So close I can feel
black and blue
beaten through the chest

So close I can hear
those little white birds
squalling from her dress

Take flight
little white birds
and bring her back to me

Thirty Seven Degrees Fahrenheit

11
9
4
2
9
8
8
8
9
6
7
8
3
1

One minute of a dog barking,
begging to be let inside.

Finned Fifty And The Convalescent Home

Finned Fifty And The Convalescent Home

Dodgers 1983

Dodgers 1983

You Stayed In The Mirror After You Left

Elevator kisses
Number oh number
There is a difference
between sleeping and slumber

You stayed in the mirror
after you left
We watched television
tangled
and slept

You were home
I finally called it

Not by head
or by tail
Jackstraw
Priest or pundit

Called it as I knew it
You’re everything I wanted

C. A. McNulty is a visual artist, musician, songwriter and producer. He does a little of this and that, while desperately trying to avoid the other thing.

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