The world was all colors and
was the one that Ryan saw.
But it all changed, and increased
in ways, indescribable.

Brightness became brighter,
green—greener….
And don’t even talk about lavender!
His favorite was lavender.
He saw all of this,
as it trampled into him.
The very moment that Ryan
put the fireworks in his arm.
They burned at first; but first—didn’t last.
And was only one of many
Delightful screaming meemies
plowing through his brain,
Time exposured photos was his
depth of human reach,
for his feelings never stopped,
only slowed down,
and, his reach
outstood his grasp.

So, each time, the fireworks take hold
he rides the clear-like-slices-of
emerald-green feeling and he’s
attached to the surfs’ crest
of a never ending wave.

But, of course he sees nothing.
And feels—the same.

And the fireworks cost money,
so we won’t endure.
Call the county, call the sheriff
call your mother,
call your daddy, call somebody.

04/14/2005