Paint from Resurrection by swampmessiah

White is the snow
or a reminder of light.
Black is night,
the solution we dread and love.
Ochre and umber are the earth,
the splotched liaisons of dirt and rock,
the ground littered with leaves,
skeletons of grass resisting the wind.
Crimson wells up from a scraped knee
or drips off the septum
to form a ragged dot on the floor.
Green is cut grass
rimming my shoes with its essence
and trees seen from below, illuminated chlorophyll.
Payne’s gray is the actual color of the sky—
translucent phthalocyanine a clear sky on water—
burnt sienna, the water beneath the reflections,
into which I sink with chill ecstasy.
All other colors are a lie or swindle.
Watch out or they’ll sell you something.

• Spoken Word
• poetry
• poetry and music
• poetry and other sounds
• rhythm ruts
• sound art
• Saint Paul