colors in my town
Melancholy
passed those grey purple sandstone faces
glowing on an ember sun
in the old mahongany buick we used to
drive in
down those highway lines that struck fast with their electric yellows and
white hot itensity
down the sea foam over pass the one
on the old side of town
all blues and indigo ink runs down beneath the sub floors
bleeds into the streets as
black india
the sterling life beneath which only they
now know having plumbed black water since
as if we remembered
shock white marshmellow foam floats on the surface
lit by a cold faceless
not yet waned
where then were those grey
purple sandstone faces
and her clear blue, of
new dawn
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