a child,
I painted my bedroom
BLUE
scribed,
in giant capitalised letters
‘PERFECT BLUE’.
My first shaver,
was BLUE.
My first car,
was BLUE.
My first girlfriend,
was from the,
‘BLUE TOON’.
My childhood bedroom
– that small place in the whole of time –
is no longer BLUE
[except in my mind]
– talk about –
the art of transition.
Colours live in me as feelings.
