Black, Red, Brown, Red
lets make
this a story. about rooms and colors.
people love
stories and
they enjoy
loops. it has something to do
with the world being round,
repeated themes. teaching moments
in dreams as we skip to plot points
but i’m talking colors.
i’m talking
black, red
brown, red.
lets make this
a story because
people venerate with
prose. god was made that way. first came black.
like bitumin, asphalt,
it bubbled in the
first villages in jordan. black
like bad straw. these are non linear memories.
dreams come and come again in loops
like red. the color of a tractor
pulling a baler. in a dream again. brown.
like many silks. brown like skin. like rich soil, not black
like bitumin, pitch, asphalt. i’m talking
black, red, brown.
red.
lets make these summer red
weeds into a scene from collective memory.
red, like coffee berries. a red tractor
sunk with naked black rusted wheels
in a meadow of rich brown soil. people like
stories. loops. i’m talking
colors. dreams where rooms keep
opening into more rooms to find the first red flower
