i eek out my whole being in the dance from blue to green / a witching hour meltdown throws her halo from my bed post

i hate primary colours. way too bold for my autistic vision. i’m a soft summer poet. i live between the gaps, and my favourite gap is the teal puddle between blue and green. i guess it matches my eyes.

and the second line is a reference to ‘every morning’ by sugar ray – every morning there’s a halo hanging from the corner from my girlfriend’s four post bed. you know how sometimes in an argument you know you are wrong, but you wish you were right?

in the words of marcellus wallace, ‘that’s pride, motherfucker.’ so fuck pride. now repeat after me:

‘in the fifth, my ass goes down.’

when was the last time you admitted you were wrong?