technicolor schizophrenia

swift desert air corrupts another corner of my soul
covering hope in pale yellow Sahara dust
there the Bedouins, hidden behind royal blue veils
chase the horizon, I wait passively, naked, hungry
for the thunder-purple gray to tease my senses
with the passion of evening’s flashing excitement
bathing in scarlet moonlight, baying in joyous fear
mocking destiny's bloody condemning
I have shed my multi-colored robes

dawn's pink/orange clash brings wet sepia memories
already old with brightness highlighting the blue smears
of dew-rain nourishing a forest of emeralds
but leaving my dove-gray heart growing roots
in the rich loamy soil of leather-colored solitude
silver-tone tears make everything grow
lopsided, like stalactites of salt
grayish white reminders of the folly
only the voices of the gods had technicolor anything
the silent schizophrenia was mine



technicolor schizophrenia
[2008.22.6…a]
For Ken and Dave