If The Whole World Was One Color

“if the whole world was one color,”

you asked me,

“which would it be?”

at first i thought green.

definitely green.

because green is the only one

that when gone,

is missed.

and green is a mixture of two,

so it can be three.

that is true.

but it’s all wrong,

green is not the answer.

green is sickness

and the veins of only half the world.

green is always the color of 

that bitch’s mood ring.

snot-nosed and jealous

of all the greener beauties and

their green love.

the sea is green

in its cold deception.

all these things,

so not green.

but there is another color

that loves

green like

a mother loves a son.

her last son.

blue is a peace wedded

to fire.

blue is the drunken orgy

and the confessional the next

morning.

blue is what i know

and what i know that 

i don’t know

and that i have no idea.

but blue is the one 

that when i shut my eyes,

the others may still arise 

in succession.

ironically, 

always ending with purple,

so it doesn’t hurt to open my lids 

again.