Orange Is for Eyebrows
Who determines what the colors are?
Where’s the palette? Are the brushes hard
From the air and the creeping stillness?
Aye yie
All the gleaming from a hard surface
We have eyes, but we don’t see — we don’t notice
Till it’s too late to stop the blindness
Aye yie
Stuff a pillow just to stifle sound
It won’t work though — all the throbs rebound
And it fills, yeah it fills to bursting
Aye yie
Hale and well met, full of obscene guile
All the promise of a rubber smile
And we file, file into his twilight
Aye yie
Paint me something — show me what it’s not
Like a tint in the eyebrows, or a Gordian knot
You unravel with mindless chatter
Aye yie
© October 2, 2002 John Brocato
Where’s the palette? Are the brushes hard
From the air and the creeping stillness?
Aye yie
All the gleaming from a hard surface
We have eyes, but we don’t see — we don’t notice
Till it’s too late to stop the blindness
Aye yie
Stuff a pillow just to stifle sound
It won’t work though — all the throbs rebound
And it fills, yeah it fills to bursting
Aye yie
Hale and well met, full of obscene guile
All the promise of a rubber smile
And we file, file into his twilight
Aye yie
Paint me something — show me what it’s not
Like a tint in the eyebrows, or a Gordian knot
You unravel with mindless chatter
Aye yie
© October 2, 2002 John Brocato