Monday, August 6, 2007


Haven't you seen death?
or at least the shadows of it?
Haven't you felt famished?
or at least the hunger in it?
Haven't you been homeless?
or at least the vagabond of it?
Haven't you wondered
just for one moment
why it's so hard?
You relate in at least the smallest way to the extremes of art,
So why not dream?
Why insist the color bland or the topic dull
and call that reality?
and call that living?

There is color in the anguish of man.
Why bleed grey?
Blood is deeper Red than you've ever seen.

1 comment:

Ju said...

red is the color of the flame leaf which should look out of place amidst the enveloping flowers, but somehow, does not.