Black and Blue – Vincent Edward Manda

I got me one
That’s black
I got me one
That’s blue

Like a fist to the face,
A flame to the fingernail
Or rot in the tooth.

Said I got me one
It’s taking me to a place
Reason don’t rhyme
Like a seasonal mime with no hands.

Wish I had me one;
A glass with no sand,
But every now and then
What I got comes along
With a scream and a howl
Like an itch in the brain
Soothed by the smooth sounds
Of golden light
Singing bright
In the polka dot and banana sky
Before the wizard returns
To putting his needle in my head

Then it’s back to
Black and blue,
Screams and howls
And silver pinpricks of white noise
Behind shut tight eyes,

Said I got me one
A mime with no hands
Hiding my last grain of sand.


his name rhymes with ‘mince’. He’s rarely without a notebook and can usually be found next to the closest bottle of red wine. Previously a writer for The Roehampton Lane Journal.

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