Red...

Blue refreshing cool
trickling through my finger tips...

Golden morning light breaks through my window.
giving my room a peacefully inviting, warming...

Colors on the canvas flying with life,
a drip of depressed blue sploshing on my foot...

Lonely old corkscrew,
lying on the table top...

Man,
poems can be way too heavy...

Day in day out,
You scream I shout...

Colors on the canvas flying with life,
a drip of depressed blue sploshing on my foot...

Tongues that can not talk
souls that can not love or hate...