"...Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther...and one fine morning..."
Friday, December 3, 2010
Painted
Blue stained, window pane brown,
Pain in red and dirt,
Highlighted in my notes in acrid pink. The marker fluorescence.
Baby boy blue, turquoise, cobalt, prussian love bites and smiles.
Baby dark purple, dying love lace in tangles, around ebony curls and cheek stain pink.
Yellow dreams and sepia edges of sticky photographs, inky doodles, orange red orange sunlight, rips a little hole in my heart
Bottle green shadows on my shoulder, the midnight blue eyes of a love I am hiding,
The cascading bright green from falling rains on my open palms that I throw at you in a bunch.
Liquid red in dead green. Spills over, the tanned brown skin rolls all over a stark metallic grey soul.
In black and white. You I keep ensconced.
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