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…

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