color chart

the doctor told me i only had four more days to live
if i did not color my world by tomorrow afternoon.

he told me, girl you need some color
to lighten your step and make the sorrows fly.

i said i’ve never heard of that. he said you
wouldn’t. i told him i couldn’t and so he shooed
me off with a color chart.

were the apples really red? I could tell,
I didn’t look. they were too loud. damn
chart.

but he told me, girl you need some color
to soften your taste and hasten your thoughts.

i said thoughts!
see i all ready got those doc.

i said i’ve never heard of that. he said you wouldn’t.
i told him i couldn’t and so he shooed
me off with a color chart.

b is for bananas. b is for
brooklynn, b is beautifully green.
so b will be a tree, ack! but it’s much
to much. i’ve never seen leaves

look so serene. black is more chaos,
more my style, so you see doctorman,
why i haven’t been here in a while.

but he told me, girl you need some color.
it’ll make your hair bigger- don’t need it.
it’ll make your skull thicker- ha. don’t believe it.

doctorman, doctorman,
i’m done with your colors man.

doctorman, doctorman, we are
finished finished finished.
i buried your color chart. he said,

what are we to do with your colorless heart.