Red blue seven white
Antelope cheers
Running beige
Today or maybe another time
Alphabet sunrise
Making peaches scream
Yellow-green anger floods
And spatial snakes
Who’s gold
With me under textural siege
Explain the sky while I
It’s true, that fuchsia shines
Periwinkle alligator unfolding in my arms or yours
Nothing says “New York” like tangerine maelstrom