Hereupon the roof of this house,
The chill of a breeze brushing to cruise my skin,
I can see the canvas changing,
From the dark speckled indigo
To indigent ice blue.

Pastel painting ‘cross the expanse
Blues, oranges, with pink undertones,
And here I am dropping tears like dew drops,
Hoping that when the day comes
I can put the pain down.

Orange fireball in the sky
Peaking over the horizon
Please cleanse the pain away
Wash me in your yellow glow,
I wanna be less blue than the robin’s egg overhead
I wanna feel less sick than the lush verdant grass beneath my feet.

Vibrating through my veins
My flesh feels blanketed,
I can coo into this happiness
As the colors bleed into a scene
Of what today may bring
I’m here like an early perennial
I’ll bloom like an early spring.

Just chase away the indigo,
Don’t want to be allured by the diamonds’ glow
Need to find a way to stay within the light,
Bask til I’m golden brown,
No more sorrows and no more frowns
I’m ready for a day break.

Should I bring a résumé  of my dreams
to the publishing company on West 38th?

An abstraction of when my teeth
crumble like pastels, or summaries of my
vocal cords seeking air through a taut fabric.
I’ve achieved piercing silence in a room of white noise.

I have an impressive inventory of witnessing infidelity.
once, we were both in between romantic partners.
I was awakened by the taste of copper
from biting the inside of my cheek.
It looked worthy of an aged Merlot.

My most admirable skill is prediction.
I can sense a mass shooting or the expiring heart of a loved one.
but I usually float like an island over the scene
because my biggest weakness is lacking density.