here are some colors you could see
a jar of spit and color
pink
a small bottle of vomit
floor to ceiling shag
powder sweetness
nearby we sat and cried
back bodies made wind
Planned obsolescence of flowers
of explosions
frozen air
the middle of a sentence,
pink and tourmaline and canton rose
incandescent blood shot eye
spitting in the face of gravity
saying it it all back
you were ready to die
I will miss you
I love you
I was laying on my back and your hand touched mine
revealing what color we are on the inside
rich biometric earthy radiant incandesced
all the other colors are lies
a purity that slept with fantasy
that brown is the color of the sunset from below the earth
from inside the dust
that glow and emit a life and death that is blinding to fathom
but drop things
and walk away
like a jar of bile
in the toilet
ultraviolet radiation
or something elsebut why dont we tell truths with our bodies and our surfaces
pollinating flowers with our tongues

— David Lindsay