On reading a poem: I saw yellow
That was a long time ago
Since the rejections keep piling in: vermilion
And my friends relax; in powder blue
But when the red comes; after freshness, brown and rusty
When the red comes, we never switch places
Instead, when the yellow comes back
I will fuel their heads
With pasty pink and subtle lavender
There are others that blend
Your blue with their yellow
Your bronchitis with their herpes
Their hospice with your dog tags
And in this way
We all intertwine like an
Electrical fence
Dancing to the color of veins
Making lyrics of grass
(Finding bugs to tune our fiddles
And loosening the dirt with Burt
Friend to purple and
Eggplant and skirt
Knower of shirt
This is how pastels get hurt
Intravenously
Enter pain
Enter tragedy
Clip on tie
Red as the sky
And brown all the way down
From cherry to pie
My friends save orange for Sundays
I save yellow for fish fillet
And in this way
We all climb the fence and play
Duck, Duck, Tanqueray
That's green
For all those confusing it
With the majestic ice blue of Bombay
Then we crash cars
And planes
And vans
And trains
To see yellow and red again
Exclusively
It's not a Sunday
It's year of the cabbage
Sulphur magic
Drained into a cup
For painting eggs
And panting dogs
Slovenly
Unkempt)
--
7.2.09
That was a long time ago
Since the rejections keep piling in: vermilion
And my friends relax; in powder blue
But when the red comes; after freshness, brown and rusty
When the red comes, we never switch places
Instead, when the yellow comes back
I will fuel their heads
With pasty pink and subtle lavender
There are others that blend
Your blue with their yellow
Your bronchitis with their herpes
Their hospice with your dog tags
And in this way
We all intertwine like an
Electrical fence
Dancing to the color of veins
Making lyrics of grass
(Finding bugs to tune our fiddles
And loosening the dirt with Burt
Friend to purple and
Eggplant and skirt
Knower of shirt
This is how pastels get hurt
Intravenously
Enter pain
Enter tragedy
Clip on tie
Red as the sky
And brown all the way down
From cherry to pie
My friends save orange for Sundays
I save yellow for fish fillet
And in this way
We all climb the fence and play
Duck, Duck, Tanqueray
That's green
For all those confusing it
With the majestic ice blue of Bombay
Then we crash cars
And planes
And vans
And trains
To see yellow and red again
Exclusively
It's not a Sunday
It's year of the cabbage
Sulphur magic
Drained into a cup
For painting eggs
And panting dogs
Slovenly
Unkempt)
--
7.2.09
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