I've become obsessed with the image,

The youthful yellow of a dandelion

The dense, smoggish black of tarmac,

The endless, streaming blue of Belladonna

Or the calming green that comforts me,


I want to capture your black and whites,

Or your beige exotic

I want to see ultra violence in your smile,

And stillness in your goodbye

Here I am,

Slowly turning my life into a book or a movie

Which I do not know.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

this comes from a longer poem that I wrote

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