Treasure Island

Matthew Roeser


Yeah Well, It's Like That


Yes, well its like that
Sometimes

A room in a house 
Needs things 
Like paint 
The color
a glossary
That guides the viewer 
A small token perhaps
But the colors I choose 
Fade as a schoolboy crush
Slowly and not without an aching
The lost parts of my life
Also fade as outworn paint colors
But the questions still remain
Always questions
Birds without roosting perches
They grow up sideways 
Not quite right 
Always
in
a
state

Colors are birds are me
Why is a fruitless endeavor
Oh, but how it occupies the time
So much time 
Hours without days
Days without answers
Color in constant search
Without
Just without
Residing within basic chemicals 
Add here subtract there
Its just a matter of combining
Until it gets you where 
You want to go
Maybe if answers were colors
We could just paint them on
Then when we tire of purple
Or red, yellow or blue 
We simply take out a brush
Why not?
Yeah well sometimes its like that

Submitted: Saturday, January 11, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014

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