rainbow

i like to live my life

according to the

colors of the rainbow

they are the cause for creation

of moments of pure jubilation 

that make my life of absolution

better

i rise to the beautiful hue

of violet and indigo and blue

all over my torso i admire

the conception of my latest bruise

as i muster a smile

at the memories of last night

it was a relatively light

retribution

taking into consideration

that yesterday i hadn’t seen

green

murky is my favourite shade for

it contrasts well with the lime

in the squares of the bathroom tile

and i savour the satisfaction 

of the result of the interaction

between finger and uvula

resisting the urge to swallow

bile

(and dinner from last night)

tumbling out

my only solace now

is in yellow

i trudge outside until

i spot my happy little pill

three, three times

morning afternoon night

i relish the smooth curves 

and oval shape

that forgives all of my mistakes

and i use the leftover rum

to help me feel the burn

of orange

cackling and spitting

is seriously tranquillising

i caress the radiating heat

with palm finger cheek

and i near the flame’s epicentre

my eye in its eye

hoping to spy

red

my day starts its end 

with my final penance

my ecstasy radiates from within

as i snip and squeeze and spurt

watching the gush

race outward and baptise

the sheets on my bed

with deep and dark red

i am placid now

for i can finally sleep

knowing that i lived my life today

according to the rainbow