And then there was a fox who
smiled color bright and useful
he pierced all worlds with his
intellect and a rainbow that turned
vile things to that which brought
wonder
watermelon to
rind
thought to rune
rhythms
Lookee lookee
By God I spin a
mystery
and no man catches
me
but me
Oh how sly
the Fox on the white silk pillow
The grinning Fox catches color
like a god
and holds it like lightning in his
black hand
and speaks by color to
say:
I mold
what I hold
my pigments quite
bold
scream loud to tell
swell
what I do well
Come step into my light my
colors
swimdance into the worlds they
create
that jig and twirl in my ordered
order
banking off the walls of a
starburst universe
like the ballet of pool balls
forced apart by the color yellow
I am the god of hues that grins
from tables chairs
and other such things
that laughs bright belly chuckles
belt buckle low
every color seeking a place to
go
All the while I come to you with
colors up my sleeves
a too bright magic that skips
about unseen
in a mind as balanced as an
equation
as timeless as a
quasar
Ole Tom be laughing buckets at us
'cause he's got colors
up his sleeves and he be's a real
sly Fox riding on this here
real white pillow
Grinning to beat the
band
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