silence speaks in colours

(c) 1995 fade

95.6.5.15.33
take me apart
in this thunderstorm city
you hide on the roof
of some ancient factory
rafters vignette the skies.
put me together
like some forgotten nightmare
that you found on streets
closed to traffic
sealed to noise.
the neon glow reflects 
fears you hide from
magnifying, transforming.
in alleys, 
waterfalls from broken drainpipes
dripping veils from fire escape havens
slipping handholds against 
a crumbling wall
leading to 
the next hiding place
where the rhythm of the rain
can lull you to sleep
like the rattle
in a desert night

lost colours

(c) 1995 fade

96.3.20.13.39
in my paintbox
of emotions i dont have
that colour.
i have fading 
drowned pastels 
so very far away...
a whisper on a muted canvas.
when i confuse you
with my silences
im looking for anything
that might fill 
in the empty spaces.
i twist and turn 
against the walls
ive built
and cant find a colour
to fill me.

submissions always welcome, encouraged, and recieved with happiness. mail me directly.

embies' asarian poetry archives / she's anon-4552@anon.twwells.com / last revised january 1, 1997