You keep painting your house yellow
I keep peeling it off
Like sunflower and buttercup dust
Ground into pepper
Sprinkled on hands
Black
So hard to get to nine o’clock
Slow as pink falling from the sky
Impossible to catch
Or savour
How delicious pink cloud must be
Better than mistakes
which hang
from my
wrists
fall from my head
easier
not to count
Days lost and collected like a bee busy buzz no stopping
hello the postman says but can’t see how
he says it a hand waves I move on bzz changed my shoes now look up don’t trip strip
stop collecting screws glass test tubes an experiment can I stop thank you
Thank you
My friend electric
Calm blue
Shh Shh
Like the face on the TV screen
But real
To me
You keep painting your house yellow
I keep peeling it off
Like a butcher peels skin
Always looking for the finest cut.
