Chartreuse is a viscous color that
feels like warm scrambled eggs, massaging my esophagus from the tip of my palette to the pit of my gut;
looks like a droplet of dew on the windshield of my solar-powered big wheel;
sounds like a bullfrog, sneaking up on a vacant lily pad;
tastes like a mélange of morning breath, orange juice and tooth paste;
smells like the first whiff of fresh air in a stagnant, musty room.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
The Color BDRH
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Hey David! Thanks for the comment on my blog! Nice poem. Conjures up some striking imagery. What do you teach?
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