Red

Red is a colour despised
personally, politically, financially
russet hues confuse sensibility
worshipped only in femininity

Red is the colour of ugly scars
blood on South American pavements
flowing like autumn leaves move through the air
thick as tomato sauce
splattering the faces of soldiers

Fast cars go faster painted red
rose coloured lips are never dead
vibrant in their arousal and arousing
clothing of desire, chili hot,
seemingly endless in sweet sunset
bringing bright blushes when met

If the heart stops red lights will arrive
it will be revived
by Red Cross training
or the inspiration of cardinal’s clothing

Red is the colour of frustration
of fear and loathing
as the heart leaps to the mouth
the words are red hot and searing

red is the begining and the end
of life, of the day