Colors

Benjamin Gyurik
Outside, the orange hot sun burns holes in

Gray cement that swallows trees like venus fly traps eating insects making
crunch. crunch. crunch. mmm look like brown garbage disposal plants.

Magenta roses turn and wither near yuck-muck waste treatment centers turning children's field trips into
Black and white chalkboards they hate.

$20 of green colored greed for a yellow New York taxi cab ride to hell.

Blue baced ghosts get afraid when you turn the lights off and yell... BOO!

Cyan, aqua, pink street lightsand neons tell you that it's easy to find the street to ecstacy and oooooh pleasure.

Red is the color of click-clack rat-a-tat-tat bullets on young African children.

Violet is the color of the sky when the priest says... Amen.

Colors are what we are made of when no one is looking.

Published by Benjamin Gyurik

I am a student at a University who is committed to journalism and writing. I have been working with art for most of my life - I worked in a theater program throughout high school, dabbled with photography an...  View profile

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  • John9/14/2010

    Talk about vivid imagery!

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