White Light/White Heat

my eyes are made to refract light
and see the street in red -
movement and the friction of souls on pavement;
the sky syrupy orange -
as the wind tastes cooler
and cooler, as gravity bends the day towards night;
tender yellow silk burning under the
morning's lens;
green tinted bottles view;
swiming and drowning in waters
deep blue;
and the sounds of the next days light
in indigo and violet;

these moments get into my DNA.
i hope you can see it through me
i hope you can see it through me