you held me in your hand,
you took me everywhere - at your mercy.
you would drop me in the sand,
continually batter my heart and soul,
then only would you go looking for your mercy which you lost, somewhere in the sand.

Under the chrome canopy
and clear blue sky
sunshine in minds
I guzzle gasoline

Ash under eye
asunder I scorch
as sand unseen
vermilion tangerine
spleen malignancy

Transplendent leash
flickers merry and brief
married my relieve
ash
       of time
                     lingers

Cinders in the air
incendiary incendiary
many narrow many hairy
getaway car black tar
road

Red
Yellow
Black
The colors of a monarch
When it is not weighed down
By cold wet sand
Its wings were wet and broken
Useless
So it lay motionless
Lifeless
Under the dull sky
It tried to fly
Only to be carried by the wind
A moment of hope
Before it was thrown down
Into the unforgiving sand
It should have died
Marcisouly it was still alive
I picked it up
It was so weak that it went into my hand
And stayed there
For it was to broken to fly
I carried it off the beach
And built it a house of shells
That will most likely be its grave
Red
Yellow
Black
The colors of a butterfly
When it is not caked with sand
When the beauty is not broken
When it is flying high
Instead of being batted down
By the wind