Tuesday, 25 January 2011

Redhead Reborn - Part I


Today they colored my head
my friends
colored me henna
henna earth
outcome:
red

Double D and Nickel 
took this blonde, her henna 
(with nowhere to go) - and made her 
RED.

Red... the color held so much significance to me!
Shark-infested waters - blood
Communism.
Bullfighting.
Anger! Passion! 
Creative potency
Firestarter - Destructive capacity.
Catsup.
Tomatoe.
Fashion play to spice up an outfit or a look. 
Punks choice. Power color.
Love, matters of the heart, romance. 

After noon
my friends did
surround me,
laugh around me...

Metal-wrapped
dread head! i was,
in the imminent year of the White Metal
Rabbit.

I felt warm about red. 
So excited to be indoctrinated into the common bond of redheads. 
I felt love
love
invited

things may turn...
over time
heat applied
to the shade...
but never will i forget those
burgeoning
shades of
deep deep 
 red!

Alone i 
catacomb
through the secret
cut materials

the transparency
of wardrobes
cosmopolitan
prints
over cereal

its hard
to change

Alone i comb
very slow
the finest teeth
through my hair

my hair is finer
may be finest!
dont believe me?
i swear!

In the evening
the fire grows
inside my belly
the fire 
that made
this henna thing
happen.

im sorry
i cant describe it.
its like lightning 
and thunder 
making storms
without sound.
its way 
way 
way 
below ground

something hot
something true
pure fire?
just due?

All colors
all shades 
of my moods
(except blue)....
they submit
to crimson
to blood
blood red!
(almost blue)

Someone else
in the mirror
met my eyes
stared on through

I represented
not so well
dumb blonde
getting wiser?

She too
represented.
Took off her
metal helmet.
Thats when i knew!
A redhead 
she faced me
urged me closer...
she could taste me!

I could taste her, too 
chamomile
chai
mixed with apple
sour dough 
butter
and blueberry.
The very things i most
loved made her scent
up
uprise
uprisen!

 in my heart
there beat a place for her...
the other

before was fear...
would i dare?
approach her
mad stare?

her eyes!
my head!
cobalt blue
rustfire red

I took her eyes
she took my hair
I took her life
She did not care

She gave me her stare
i offered my self
she gave me her lightness
of her being,well...

she been there for me
she was the redhead in me
i was her devotee...

all before 
the decompression
the bleaching 
the fragmentation
and subsequent leeching
that done her in...
poor thing

still in me 
she manifests
amidst my grief 
behind my protests
in the scar that remains 
of our belle grande 
battle
against ourselves ...

not no 
other