Reading the Ranting Rainbow
At the big pink building
in the big red state (the second biggest
until you take into account the
heights of the hair
widths of the buckles
depths of the stupidity
& lengths gone
by the gerrymandered godsquad)
sits-in the pink shirted army, crimson-faced
because confronted with the blackest of hearts.
Brown uniforms DPS the public lack of safety,
rose red running from foreheads & noses as
they wade through the gray of maintaining order.
Blue jeans & pink shoes run ragged
the cautions of filibuster yellow.
& still the Red tide rolls, as if the T-party had
the yellow moons on its side, the sun, orange stars.
Pink hearts wishing on green clovers.
Blue diamonds in the rough struggle, willing
to throw purple horseshoes
at the white milquetoast men.
“Stop!” they say, red light on their health care;
“Go!” they say, green light to bygone eras and errors,
the green faces of those in pink, sickened
by the s-curve in mountainous descent.
“Slow down!” they say, yellow-bellied response to
the hot pink of progress, of parity, of
personal choice.
At the big pink building
in the big red state
pink shirts & crimson faces,
dirtied by Brown uniforms & White Privilege
fight to no avail
against the blues of servitude
the red of loss
the gray of history’s clouded precedent
And hundreds of miles east
in the state sun yellowed & bleached blond
black is still the shaded suspect
white the night watch ranger
red the blood on the sidewalk
silver the bullet in chest
black the hoodie, black the gun
and always, all ways
the gray of uncertainty
blindfolded
unseen, blinded Justice, whether under shined sun or lone star,
mourns the loss of hues;
gone the red of valor
gone the white of innocence
gone the blue of justice.
But Wait!
The new fall colors are in
GSR gray
Protest pink
Keltec 9MM black
Kevlar blue
Fascist brown
dress appropriately, you never know whose path you’ll cross.
Waxy & Poetic 