colors

a poem about wandering through good memories

Photo by Julia Malushko from Pexels

not a gang movie
not some napalm dude
apocalypse now

not that wonderful
song by seal
in love w/ heidi

& then wrong as well.
but like Benetton
gene chandler

singing beautifully
‘bout rainbows
& all of those

delicate & stunning
ladies of any
hue who i only

loved in summers
for about three
or four weeks

hot & sticky
back when i
had those

jobs my daddy
found for me
daddy always

had a few gigs
laying around like
junk mail

& he gave me
dina & sandy
& tara

brown from
b — more who
i met at the beach