2007 Poetry - Impurity

[amiarashi]

Iridescent color,
Striped along my walls,
Crossing and hatching,
Like my dreams and my falls.

Chroma so sensual,
It lights up my nerves,
Twisting and weaving,
Noticing and enticing my curves.

Reality suddenly becomes it;
Nothing but a philosophy.
One way to look at the world,
Another ticket to impiety.

I'll take the pipe,
You may just as well.
It's starting to rain in here,
We're all going to hell.

Written: August 21st, 2007