we made red bricks yellow and bed linens smell fowl

I swear, 

we bled mixed colors and the lemons spritzed showers,

oh, I swear. 

 

we gave green faces thumbs to match

could have struck a match on our tongues 

but the sweet taste of that punch will last,

 

each day is another

I wonder when I gave up on that?

 

I ponder as I plunder lost thoughts

I wander under awfully dark spots, 

wanting that younger love, longing 

that hunger, 

the awe-stricken numbness that followed 

that God-given bump in my heart

 

I’m not hollow

 

I’m just cautious as I'm walking a long road

almost nauseous, but the calm grows.

Commas, kamikaze, comics

come and go, it’s constant

hot commodities, camaraderies, and common colds

 

Is it logical to call a nonexistent pot of gold a silver lining?

I saw a parking lot pull the rainbow in

and there was only cars and cops with donuts, smiling 

there were dogs with barks that guard trees

and I know ballparks use dust for diamonds

 

I watch the fox, the deer and fawns,

Roman gods, spirits, fauns 

poker cards, cheers, the Fonz

and I hold it all dear to my heart

 

I watch the clock spin, crops grow

winter frost sets in, and then August glows

and on and on and on it goes

 

I hold on to seconds, but the watch ticks

think when I was squeezing the moment, I popped it

if I’m keeping my focus, I locked it

in a box atop my beacon of hope, then dropped it 

So divvy up the Drachma and breakdance to our heart’s content