BLACK

She is the sleek, sleek night
With the sweet scent of something
Ineffable in the air with so
Many, many starry, wide-open
Eyes all aflame and burning
And an almost audible
Guitar-string
Twang of the turgid tension tonight
Oh but she is the night!
And I am but one more sordid satanic
Follower of her forgotten faith…

RED

I broke the bastard’s teeth
When he told me he thought I
Was selling out
But that was in my head
Where I saw red
Actually I just nodded and
Got another Coke from the
‘fridge

BLUE

Blue tastes of rain on his
Upturned, undefeated lips
As he smiles
(Or rather smirks?)
As I
Prattle on and on about
All the pretty, pretty boys
And all their pretty, dainty ways
Making him smile his spider smile
As the rain paints shadows on our eyes
He promises me
The bluest of eternities
In the midnight of his smile
(Or was it smirk?)
Who am I to say?