Technicolor Yawn

blood orange magenta gradient

spilling out windows at night

do you miss the throbbing electric cyan of the lasers?

when the pigmentations and thoughts melt together

when water tastes the sweetest

what is the colour of water

not clear but slightly blue or

turquoise glacier lake

or  azure,  ultramarine,

eucalyptus leaf.

perhaps wine-dark

like the eyes of Dionysius,

White knuckling wet wood

or a decadent amber scotch

or the Pepto-Bismol,

bubblegum-taffy Lake Hillie.

Floating on a giant flamingo,

eating shiny sweet sriracha shrimp

with a smiling cloud dog

who likes meat.

Wear a millennial pink suit,

made to smash pale porcelain figurines

and patterns of cobalt oxide.

Fix them with gold leaf

so they are more perfect

for ketamine tea parties

and chubby mint green succulents

maybe an Icelandic lagoon

with steaming mist clouds

snowflakes resolving on little pink tongues

neon streaks across dark midnight blue

maybe cartoon toxic waste

90’s alien green florescent.

That Aurora

( or Aruna? Anpao? Ushas?)

 Her long rosy fingers peak out

 of saffron robes.

Consider mother Romania’s black sea

that isn’t all that black

except under violent storms

with death and shipwrecks.

Now exceptionally preserved

Those salty bones

a reminder of those north-dark

troubled waters.

But away with the oppressive darkness

bring the early light that comes too fast

bring your brother

or is it Amaterasu?

born from a left eye

hot light fleshy peach and warm red

throbbing through the lid

lets never go blind

(but imagine the sex!)

look into large inky pupils

inside pools of honey brown

slate gray, hazel, copper flecked

the world is upside down

in the sapphire eyes of a Siamese

with a fine, glossy coat

sneaking in my window

crusted with powder-black mould

black like my mind’s eye

with morphing twinkle pixel pattern

those common hallucinations.

Do you dream in colour?