Sky Fire Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Are all
things
possible?
Kinda, sorta, maybe!
Making the impossible yours?
People, will think; you are crazy!
Put your life into anything improbable
may be that impossible… also probably
possible this impossibility's probability!
You colour yourself what tone? You hear
yourself as what tune? You forget to howl
at each new moon… WTF are you? To forget
to howl at each new moon? And God asked
each of US to make a list… What is on your
list that he asked you to give? What are
the colours of humans? All humans are
coloured humus… are you a water colour?
Weak and liable to fade out over your lifetime?
Are you an oil based colour? More stable yet
you tend to fade and yellow over a life's
time… Are you a slap of whitewash?
Able to stand through many winters?
Or are you a pastel? Splashy and
bled through and so hard to
relate to… unless you are
female! or near too…
Are you near to the
colours of a funeral
pyre? Are you closer
to the colours of a burning
tyre?Are you the colour of ire?
or IreA? Or sky fire? Sky fire?