Sometimes
these colors
overwhelm me.

Like Vincent I see
swirling streaks
of light that weeps,
crying out into
the night’s darker hues
for some sort of relief.

Sometimes the gravel grays
slip away
into a distant haze
as I turn my face
toward the
moist shimmering greens
that shuffle back in forth in the wind.
Their shades shifting slightly
as the sun’s
silver reflection
moves with them.

Red wet apples
with white insides
draw the drool
from my desire
as I devour
all the flavor
and juice
that I can savor.

On rainy days
I can view
the upside reality
of my world
slightly muted
and muddled
by ripples
from raindrops.

Occasionally, I dream
in black and white
but when I
get back to my life
that world is
still new and bright,
as long as I
take the time
to shift the perspectives
that shade my already
tinted tainted mind.