A darkened shade had covered the forest as not separate

from the deep colors and hues

to speak without words

In mine eyes to speak

to yours

  of only green leaves

  and a chill in the air

  you saw need

  to be elsewhere.

And I all alone with

the living ambers,

 only a yellow 

 when one makes two

And the senses, and scents

  but a cold wind chill

  that seems also to see only greens  

  not breathing blues

And we argue

   discussed

  about an in-between

   a middle scene

 of a topic that has no words

 and no colors as ordinary

   as a book of paints

with pages put together

     to communicate

     art

  even with pictures

   but only store bought colors,

tested and guaranteed

  to be only blue or red or green

or some

 combination

 could be figured

   from a computer progam

   on personal dress and the dating scene

      not even so picture perfectly

assumed

as the vibrating hues of the night earth

only I could see

    a sentimental fool

someone had pasted me up

years ago

for my impractical VIEW

atuned second in a lined

perspective

of something else

a million times painted differently

of something else

by a different wind

blows around a  new feeling

as easily

     as a paper bearing

    colored works of art

put together

 the unresolvable and the resolved

    into a lieing

        consolidated

           psychodelic

             wind blown

               intergrated

                   psycho-szchiatric

   testament

     to go by

       not only for not losing

        but too complicated

          to figure to doubt

           and also win and succeed

without winning in argument

what is the exact real meaning

      of things....

       like

picasso

pistromi

an evangelogist anomolie

   a mathematical synergy

     epistemolgy

dichotomy

 a sensational lobotomy

octology

or sexolgy

renumeration for painting a plantation

or the race for space

 at an ordinary pace

 peacemaker

elixer

and vocabulary fixer

  for dinner

An all and all  sinner

breadspinner

makes his countertfiet debut

in a lecture on color

   the bus

aesthetics and a

solitary point

  observatory

    in plain printed view

and the brilliant living winning wind  

   blowing around from tree to tree

    electrical ground

     seabound

      air sound

a Picaso painting

  of the word loser

and Amist in the colered woods

a  Shakespear note on the wall

reading

where art he who hasn't lost

he gain a stationary place in the wind

again

my friend where it

 blows

 your nose

 not even a biochemist

 knows

analogy

tranquility

familiarity

dissent

or a

second event

the first time

after words

were put in the forwards

in advance

 to the winter dance

Marvin E. Kirsh