This kaleidoscope street where I stand disjointed,unique,
I am
the ever changing landscape and shaping and colour of man.

On the road to the sun where the images run
and the colours slip into the sky,
my eyes spin from blue and then red into green,a traffic like dream
in a scene from a movie,
it moves me.

Amber sits on the back burner with Turner,
waiting for ships to come in.

Each colour pulls me
this way and that way, down lanes through a bright day in grey clouds,
of roof slate,
I could wait and decide to stop or to ride on,but I have relied on the colours for so long,it would be wrong to tarry and so I marry the pinks and different hues of these inks and go on.

In the end we all blend
there's no secret to this,
we each have a kiss to give
but many colours in life to live
I live to the full,
come colour and pull me,
fulfill this
picturesque need in me,
feed to me pigments in
figments of my own
portraiture.