the colour crazy

el color loco

I've worn the ring of short-term memory for years

it bridals my finger in the snip snap of fragility

and for the extensive loss of human anatomy

I had to cut the finger from my fist

to regain some percentage of my mind

now they call me the shocker

cause it's two in the pink and one in the stink

for I make the sign of penetration

a key to unlock every door in the human canal

and some others still call me the marksman 

for I can yet draw bow strings that lilt

sending the sweet messenger of death

on swift salty wings

that's right, I shoot arrows of semen

poison like a rip tide that's come to take you away

and do you know the rip tide and where it takes you?

far below the ocean ceiling and out into the sea

a sanctuary of earth's precipitation 

the culmination of all tears 

you gotta paint me baby

paint me like a mastodon in the moonlight

like a shag wooly mammoth in the silvery air

cause I got types of humans after me

the kind with rough hands and shallow spines

want to turn me into the thing I fear the most

that is to say

a pile of bones in the yellowing grass

 s. sparling