Into Color

Into 1/2 off late valentines candy
Into the eyes of the devil himself
Into the color of sunrise in Tampa
Into the lava that covered Pompeii
Into the screams of shattered trust
Into the blood of too-young wrists
Into the sheets of a childhood bed
Into the face of a math teacher
Into Red.

Into the color of a circus clowns wig,
Into a shirt left to die in a closet,
Into the sign of roadwork ahead
Into the blaring of alarm clocks on Monday
Into the fire that burned down dead dreams,
Into the cheese of a burger left to rot,
Into the lipstick of a nearly-dead model.
Into the color of falseness and fake,
Into Orange.

Into the sun that shines too bright on PE.
Into the nursery of twins Newley born
Into the walls of a dying old folks home,
Into the mind of a simple young child,
Into the color of daydreams in algebra,
Into the platter of sushi at an unwanted party,
Into the mustard that table 7 doesn't want
Into the smile of those dying inside,
Into Yellow.

Into the mold of a lower-class home
Into the face of a landlubber on deck
Into the eyes of a hopeless young boy
Into the grass that grows hair on her grave,
Into the money strippers cry and shake over.
Into the fragments of a broken beer bottle
Into the seaweed that strangles the trash
Into the stem of a new bud, a new life,
Into Green.

Into the mood of a lonely teenage girl
Into the fingerpaint that covers the walls
Into the rain that swallows a city
Into the puddles that lie by prostitutes high heels
Into the toenails of Alaska Young
Into the eyelids of a girl desperately trying to be cute
Into the tears that drown the failing student
Into the ocean, so calm it could be smooth as glass.
Into Blue.

Into a first graders shirt on the first day of school
Into the 70's and everything about it.
Into the minivan of a wannabe rock star.
Into the lip piercing of a girl who hates life
Into the cover of a book that changed people
Into the seaglass washed up on shore
Into the bruises a little girl hides and her father loves
Into the under eyes of an overworked mother
Into Purple

Into the color of an accountants soul
Into Venice at night
Into the hair of a girl who grew up crying
Into the polished shoes of a miserable man
Into the blood that runs fresh in the gutter
Into the screams, of Murder and Rape.
Into the night when we've clogged up the sky
Into depression, anorexia, anxiety, and pain.
Into Black.