Colour Study

what colour do we wanna look at? red, of course, like the doorway i knew in childhood like the blood whispering through the pipes of an egret it doesn’t matter yawning voice draining unconscious energy from dying room the boy on my left keeps opening and shutting his calculator like a hollow refrigerator orange-faced girls bustling into lines with warpaint on their eyes don’t overthink it, don’t overthink, don’t think they say form is never more than an extension of content but everything is form if only i could shape shift so easily i would fit myself into the negative spaces of the atmosphere and make tacky jewelry from the entrails of humans after all, if you can’t figure out what to do with it chop it off if it’s important, it’ll grow back just like the gouged eyes of the nordic prophet bronze-headed swans are tripping in the rattle crash of the pond making gilded love to dead water and sunlit reflections i light a small fire beside me and the molecules press against my fingertips but yellow is terrible terrible terrible i feel like a root turning over it’s so boring to write about having a body and connection to the earth is tenuous muddy sludge sleuthing sewers brown dirt caught under the fingernails of hardheaded construction workers it’s been ages since i’ve seen the mountains there are no pine trees here but i can still hear their green phalanges scratching the glass but where do all the bags of rejected m&m’s get sent? in that case, let’s pick blue everyone knows the blue i mean the midnight coffee, discount supermarket shopping, haven’t slept in four days blue even now the air is cobalt and i am ravenous