Penguin Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

Colors confuse and colors distract.
I've been tangled up so appropriately
in Robert Smith's inappropriate hair.
I've been a tainted hole
in Reznor's fishnet stockings.
I've attended a birthday party
at a lively cemetery.
I've attended a wedding and a funeral
at the same time.
It was fun to guess induvidually:
happy tears, devastation or both?
Twisted, yes but I was bored.
I've dressed up sadness in a stolen tuxedo
and watched it waddle around the ice,
uncouth and uneasy,
trying to avoid the authorities.
It's always been black and white for me,
colors only tease.
I've been strangled by streetlights
and scolded by shady stop signs.
I've been swallowed up by the night sky
and it's very uncivilized
gathering of loneliness.
Colors bleed and colors fade.
I've been to a place
where rain is only Vodka backwash
and cigarette ash snowflakes
are as good as it gets.
Colors make you trip
over things you think you need
and things you think you deserve.
Beauty can be stripped down
but sadness,
SADNESS IS BEAUTY, raw and untamed.