Color Me Pink
Seated at a table
Gazing into crystal
Nose filled
By heady vapors…
A priceless scotch
Purchased
. without thought
Or appreciation…
Drank nightly
As a tool to mark
Importances, and —
Each day’s passing…
Rising
Smiling and saying,
“Color me pink”
And disappearing
Through
Double wide doors…
Into the night
A black place
Of only black & grey
Colorless Walking
For unappreciative eyes…
“Color me pink!”
“Color me pink,”
. he repeats
Laughing softer
. as he goes…
Thinking silently
“Can you be lost
. without a destination?
Can you be helped
. If you need nothing?”
He had a grocery
…a liquor store…
He had a Costco
A Home Depot
A gas station
And a pharmacy
Hell! He had Amazon
The dreams
. of 2500 years
And still he Needed
A Touch past words
A tenderness
Only flowers know
Something
Embracing roots
Feeding blossoms
Before they fall to rest
In a brass vase
Decorating the grave
Of another wealthy man…
Color…me…pink
The words
. of Walking Suicide
Calling out for Love
Seeking anything else
But red and green…
.