in a room with angles

in a room with angles

I like bouncing light around

and if I could hear the colors,

maybe they would move the ground

‘round her

where she found the red

and tried to catch it

burn down a cigarette

what’s the color of the burn

under soft light

there was a head

in a room with rounded corners

I would make myself a bed

not sure if I was on the wall or the ceiling

then I could leave the ground

and fall asleep

dreams engulfed in red

(I) tried to catch it

put out the cigarette

it is not too late to learn

hide in stillness

move a foot instead

under a ceiling with no walls

I could rest and feel the wind

hear it start, hear it move

maybe I would hear it come

I would push the sound

subsonic sounds of red

we tried to catch it

take back that cigarette

what’s the color of the burn

just like your hair

a red auburn

in a room with angles

I would climb up and out

in a room with stairs

you’d smooth, then slide down

in a room with colors

I can’t hear a sound

in a room with windows

your face would turn red

your yellow fingers

hand me the cigarette

was that the color of the burn?