Colours
Define the very
world we live in
They accentuate
our whole environment.
They depend on
light
And light depends
on the sun
Or
electricity.
So, if envy is
green
Evil is black
Pink is camp
And white is rage
What the hell!
Is desperation?
It was our little
hippy haven.
Our
crusty domain.
Skinny dogs at
the end of ropes
Scrounging
Begging
With
beggar owners.
Mangy happy
sniffing
Someones only trust.
There I stood.
The fruit and veg man and his stall
Next to me
He
Wasn’t
bothered.
Resigned
to a life of mediocrity.
The
odd “good morning, alright?”
Someone selling
scarves
Someone selling
street news
Someone selling-
Ethnic clothes
made in
Price
um up for the stupid tourists.
So if red is hot
and blue is cold…
Shining sweet
rappers in the park
Dull eyes
Strung out
Up all night
Hopeless.
Love
Was scarce here
Death was an angel.
The gray or white uniform buildings blend into the sky.
They would leave
early
Against
a crystal blue morning sky.
Sometimes in the
steel gray of rain
Needed smack
Needed
Just that one
line…
So if red is hot
and blue is cold…
Old lady
With sagging skin
White and
wrinkled
Too many carry
bags for her thin arms.
Cars
Close together
Shouting
Blasting music
Tooting
horns.
Impersonal
The dirt beneath
our feet
Emptiness in our
hearts
The dim lights of
the tube station
Show
little colour.
So if red is hot
and blue is cold…
Purple is royalty
Brown is dope
Gray
Is the steel sky-
Beneath which
they sit
Waiting
Asking with their
eyes
Sometimes calling
out
“Spare change
please!”
Dirty clothes
Fluorescent
green beer bottles.
Where was the
party?
I didn’t go
Wasn’t asked
Didn’t fit
So if red is hot
And blue is cold
Yellow sunny
summer
Cream-
Is thick
Come
The party is
every night.
In the squat
A
fiver for some cheap cider and nibbles.
Money
Doesn’t
last here.
Voices
Skin
colour of bodies with little clothes on.
Peachy smiles
Pale frowns
Darkened cynical
They all floated
by in hazy bubbles.
Animated
Carnival
town.
The river below
was dark with green moss and scum.
Browning autumn
leaves
Low
Golden
sun.
The black shadows
creeping in
Winter’s
coming night.
So if red is hot
And blue is cold
What colour were
we
What colour are
they now?
My desperation
now has no form.
Isn’t physical
Taste of wool in
my mouth.
Dim lights
Quiet
town.
Colours
Are less
I still wear
them.
In defiance
In hope
In truth
In spirit
In light
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