Photo credit : (cc-by-nc-nd) Bruno Monginoux / http://www.landscape-photo.net
Bring me a rainbow
by mike marcellino
Rainbow me a rainbow,
on my wall
now two,
oranges, reds
greens, yellows,
blues,
down southwest of the cracks.
Bring me a rainbow,
painting
rolling farms on the wall
in a bed, living room.
Terraces rise up
to nearby hills,
far mountains,
giving chills,
Thoughts of Van Gogh,
countryside’s in the south of France,
the Pyrenees.
Bring me a rainbow,
next to an old burnt
red brick wall,
ladders leading
nowhere.
Rainbows on the wall,
appear, disappear, lost in temptations.
Bring me a rainbow,
bite into Ohio
sour apple,
painting those rainbow colors,
ones from the wall.
Bring me an apple
right
from the heights of Berlin
Farmers unpack them fresh, sour apples
out of the box
right
off the trees
outside a century market,
on Cleveland’s West Side.
Bring me a rainbow,
sour apples too,
gone
eaten
by gods of the sky,
gone,
eaten
by a man’s
way of surviving,
wondering
how rainbows are,
come to be
projections on the wall.
Bring me a rainbow
again
sometime, i pray,
wish,
for an apple
sour, colors true
trucked by farmers
from the heights
above Berlin.
Bring me a rainbow,
open windows,
unscreened,
to tree leaves
inches, fields away,
blown by the wind.
Bring me a rainbow,
i pray, again,
on my pale papered
green wall
of printed flowers,
prehistoric.
Bring me a rainbow,
again,
i pray,
wondering why
apples, sour,
brown once bitten,
touched by man.
Bring me a rainbow by mike marcellino 2009
