The Changing Colors of My Mind
The changing colors of my mind
at times are disconcerting
wild crimson rage is often there;
along with raw chartreuse;
with its green, bitter tones of jealousy.
Some days, in hidden corners
of isolated lonely
dark brown caves
chanting monks in saffron robes
will meditate deep blue dreams.
Then rapidly dissipate
when watermelon heads explode
to songs of Tangerine Dream.
Vivid acid lemon;
always lurking;
acerbic, sneaky, spiteful
ready to explode,
destroying ever cooling, calm coral.
All soon replaced with moody;
dark,
desperate,
black.
But all these fighting tangled colors
messing in my head,
I prefer
to a boring,
dead,
dull gray.
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