it's never over

enter the red scented whore
blue mondays keep me vulnerable
maybe i just sweat yellow and dream cold blue
i woke up on the wrong side of the auburn coffin this morning
the dark brown earth covers my body with the disbelief this is resurrection
i've been here before with the fuscia vision i am not so familiar with
they say tope is very soothing yet it startles me
 i only see 4 x 7 of it
6 ft to to sunny  freedom i expect
even  further for middle ground old bruise purple apologies apology a sign of weakness
day by day i ponder my grey return
to battle wood grain varnish and stain
are now my travel plans
white powder brings about a black heart
i asked for a shallow sandy grained  grave in mexico
here i sit under airated soil poorly packed best for cultivating orange squash
i was in no way finished with this black inked caligraphy written script
someday you'll see red
and my cold clammy hands will caress your beaughtifull blushing pink cheeks
in the pines
time colors my vision with a million clear coats
white powder brings about a black heart
my escape awaits the tinted bouyancy of ravenous rain
i am rageless yet driven
after the eggshell smothers hospital walls
you shall see my grey lined cracked face again
 a burnt sienna promise