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-Patricia Leonard The Colors I Taste
Sometimes I wonder if themadnessis only in my head. Do the colors I taste relay to the rest of the world? Can they relate to the person standing next to me if I tried to speak it into existence? How can I explain that the musty stale taste has left me stained with heartbreak and I stand alone in the rain drenched in RED.
That the newspapers I once read is now runningblack, whiteandgrey with a hint of mint and cardamom. Heavy with sorrow and grief. That it may never see the lights of day again. This world may never know it’s print.
For all you do is play on the internet. The World Wide Web. Clicking here and clicking there.
The caviar of life and it taste like greed,grit and disdain. And it’s what makes you rich but if money is all you worry about then you’ll always be poor.
You create these robots and disconnect from human interactions and become numb to one another
While I’m watching you dumb yourself down. Fry each of your brain cells and I’m wondering if madness is in my head or is it in yours?
The world keeps spinning and the bluest of oceans…
Still salty but now are plagued with guilt and shame.
regret of pollution into the plants, recycling the KOOL aid we’ve been feeding our earth.
& the madness in our heads have gushed out like a broken dam and not even Noah’s ark could save us now.