Today Is A Practice Wearing the Colour Red

Today is a practice wearing red

I place red shoes upon my feet

I pull red shirt over my heart

I tug red ring around my middle finger

I even wear red underwear too

Because today is a day for practice

Today is a practice in red

And if what I have read on the subject of red

Has led me to bed understanding whats said

By the colour red I mark my every breath

Keep time, time time

Red time keep up

Keep strong

Red Strong

Red goes on

Today I will practice wearing this red

This hat, this face, these fingers are red

This nose, those eyes, these beatings are red

This heart, this mind, these motives are read

Snow known by nothing other else in the world

Than Birds who bask upon its dewy down

Red needs practice

It leaps in the eye

It flares nostrels

Breaks jaws

Looses hearts

and loses them too

Passion

Crimson

Scarlet

Fever

Desire

Energy

All of these and more, oh red,

All of these are wrapped in your fillements

They wind around your center

Like the slow turning of the planets

That I should take the galaxy of red on my shoulders

Heft it high and strong upon my back

Would it break these bones in futile anguish?

Should attempts be made when no gain could come?

There is a gain which is not immediate

There is a gain which is not tangable

There is a gain that is not a gain and never will be again

Red spinning stars around me

I take them all upon me and feel their burn

Cool and flicker, they lick me red up and down

They coat me in their red until I am red as they are

I look down and see in a world of grey and black

Red. Fire engine red. It sits heavy on my coat

and seeps out into the surrounding pages

It leaves a red trail, a watermark, a bloodmark

where I have trod.

So that today

As I take this red upon me

and practice it

Today I embrace

Embrace the redness

Redness of the soul

Redness of the human being

I embrace all of these

I do not claim my body

I do not claim my soul

I do not claim my footsteps

Or the echoes of my fingers

But I drape red over all of them

Like the bodies in a morgue

I lay them to rest neath the vale of red

That they may be in peace now.

I pull the same red veil over my face

It is the final curtain of the act

Today is a practice in red

A practice in wearing the red.

Today is a practice in wearing the colour red.