Gord

2024-08-20 07:34 am

I see the blue,
I'm falling again.

She talks into microphones,
Pulls strings into her skin,
What do they think, at home?
While she pursues what she is.

Death, where have you been?
Can you still see the yellow?

Gord

2024-08-20 05:38 am

Hair falls, past shoulder,
Down halls into the hedge moss.
Rapunzel, was it tulips you wanted? 

Yellow, and the part lips?
Yellow, pears and olives, 
Yellow, stinking cartlidge.
Snow yellow upon a sill at home.
Allegro forms enforced,
Yellow, fitted sundress.

Rapunzel, was it tulips you wanted?
Is that why your closet, is a garden?

Yellow, fear of darkness,
Yellow, pears and olives,
Yellow, and their offspring,
Though yellow, sit at home,
Concerto forms enforced,
Yellow, freedom destroyed.

Yellow, what was it again you wanted?
A garden? Why not hide in the closet?
Yellow, barrelled shotguns.