Green
Blurring forests and a lead foot
Racing the enemy in my thought
Being pushed aside,  I put
Money in the hand of a grim who could be bought
Playing a card game with fate
Pinky promises with a double pair of eights and aces
The grave took the bait
And looked me in my two faces
Green
Sick at the reminder of midnight wine
I can't find my last dime
To place a call to a home that's not mine
cherish the bitter taste of a lover who's long since past their prime.
I'm not proud of my virtues nor vices
But I'm giving them up,  again
Everything comes with prices
Please Don't make me give up my pen.
Green.
Gardens of rosebud
A prickle a thorn
More water than mud
Less lust than scorn
I'm growing some petals
I hope you notice
Although this sun never settles
A beautiful white lotus
Green

Yellow
Broken boards of plastic
A mannequin of blockade
Accept this apology quick!
So you can be remade
The brakes stopped
Or at least the ones in my brain
I hear a whistle, hopped
In the way of a train
Whispering suggestions and hints I can no longer ignore
Pages ripped from the seams
This hazing I can take no more
Waking screaming from my dreams
I woke up covered in ****
I'm sorry for my language
No one will hardly miss
Me
Yellow

Red
stop lights in front of train tracks, you were my biggest friend because friends let friends, keep going