Chicago Maroon from Meteoronomy by Marble Berry Seeds

Roses are red
and frail
and thorny

Blood is red
and it taste like hope

Books are read
to share the story
of the martyr and the rope

The sky is red on the morning
ash swarms to the moon

Lucifer dressed in his finest boots


Chicago Maroon.


The wind blew the intensity
past bluebells in the field.
War paint plastered over our cheeks.
Saint Andrews cross on every shield.

A blue stocking sang me the blues

All the soldier swoon

Japanese maples in the early fall


Chicago Maroon.


A battalion of greenhorns quiver in their steel-toed boots
Yellow-bellied young men dig for valor
deep below the sycamore roots.

Fireworks a monarch ornage
Earth a cattail brown
Violet is a violent color
worn by kings,
and priests,
and clowns.

And halfway up the coast
on the judgement day
A rose fades from
red to
pink to
white to
Blacksburg grey

And when you looked at me with your gypsy eyes I knew our time
was coming soon

We'll never breakaway from


Chicago Maroon

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