Lonely old corkscrew,
lying on the table top...

Man,
poems can be way too heavy...

Day in day out,
You scream I shout...

Colors on the canvas flying with life,
a drip of depressed blue sploshing on my foot...

Tongues that can not talk
souls that can not love or hate...

Golden morning light breaks through my window.
giving my room a peacefully inviting, warming...

Blue refreshing cool
trickling through my finger tips...

Over the years i have given you so much pain.
for this alone i feel great shame...

Red venomous eyes shine.
Piercing like a needle...

The only thing I'll ever regret is wasting time...

Red...

Always moving, busy, busy, fast, work, work, work.
MacDonald's, Bugerking, Kfc swirling churning...