I'm going to paint
my wild energy
rippling across the sky,
tearing from the crown
of my Kundalini.

I'm going to paint
my eyes white,
opaque,
to show they are
unseeing.

I'm going to paint
my heart gray,
the color of old
rancid,
ground up meat.

I'm going to paint
my genitals green,
like money,
like sickness
and envy.

I'm going to paint
everything black,
everything black,
the darkness of
my feeling.

I'm going to paint
the sheets red,
the walls red,
and my brain
across the ceiling.