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My Life is now Purple

Syd Smith

By Syd SmithPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

My hands are beautiful

My hands are pink

My hands have seven fingers

Purple are the latex gloves I wear at work

They showcase my missing fingers

She is the color purple

Her eyes are beautiful

Her eyes are brown and cloudy blue

One eye is shrinking

Blue is the ocean

Brown is the Texas ocean

She is not an ocean

She is who she chooses to be

My mouth is beautiful

It is full of yellow cancer

I am

Dying?

I thought it was a canker sore

A year long canker sore

I did not write this for you

I spent a dollar to be a beatnik

She bought a moleskin journal at Target

It was more than a dollar

She always wore a red dress

She broke my heart

It was less than a dollar

What I am trying to say is…

I do not want to die

I am too young to die

DAMN YOU RED MARLBOROS

Damn you reused ashtray newports

Everyone is too young to die

I SEE RED

My hands around her throat

As she wraps her lips around mine

Forgive megardenJesussweatingred

I just wanted to take a shower

Now I cannot feel my neck

Sound of blue skies rescue me

SOUND OF BLUE SKIES RESCUE

ME

SOUND OF BLUE SKIES

AND I

FLOORED THIS GAS PEDAL

LIKE IT WAS A SUBWAY ROACH

DONUTS UP THE PARKING GARAGE

TO SWEET SWEET concrete PURGATORY

WHERE I BELONG

With cosmic charlie

HAVE YOU EVER LOST A FRIEND TO SUICIDE

I MISS MY FRIEND

MAYBE YOU’VE THOUGHT OF SUICIDE

MAYBE YOU NEVER TALK ABOUT SUICIDE

Ill talk about it for you

Its happening right now

MAYBE YOU SEE LITTLE WHITE GNATS BEFORE YOUR EYES

MAYBE WE ARE ALL WE GOT

maybe

SO

LET ME SEE YOU GRIP THAT STEERING WHEEL THAT THROAT THOSE LIPS

MAYBE IVE FORGOTTON HOW TO WRITE

MAYBE ALL OF MY BEST FRIENDS ARE ALCOHOLICS

MAYBE SHE CANT SAVE ME

MAYBE IT’S TIME TO RUN AWAY

again

MAYBE THIS CAR WILL FLY OFF

Of this garage

DAMN MADNESS

I CAN NOT STAY still

Angels come comfort me now

I will jump into their arms

The color of bipolar is blue

When I was a child

I had a fever

All the black words in my magic treehouse book

Turned green

I’ve had a fever for two days now

Since this shot

Im not calling into work

I got a new job

No more serving

I will now look

At art

And get paid

I will now kiss the color purple

I will now say

Do not contact me anymore

Color red

I will now say

I am not the color blue

I will now combine this red and blue life

Ive been living

For a purple life

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