Matthew Roeser

Yeah Well, It's Like That - Poem by Matthew Roeser

Yes, well its like that

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 

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
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

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 11, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014

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