(Written at age 19.)
when the reds and the yellows foolishly mingle,
and sacred oranges emerge,
the greens look sheepishly away,
and blues begin to surge.
deep purples peep meekly out,
amidst suffocating aged lavenders.
the golds burn and melt the remaining yellows,
and become rabid scavengers.
the whites forever fade away
infintely behind darker greys,
which themselves thicken to brilliant blacks
and eavesdrop on their unsung praise
parched browns await unblinkingly
for the quenching of their silver blade
and the saffons conspire with crimsons
as sparkling blues begin to pervade