A sing-song of colors gone wrong call out.

Call me back to a time without any

Restrictions. The color of sauerkraut

Stains the background, a mustard tyranny.

His art is challenging like his person.

Unforgiving of mediocrity.

A flair of the grotesque calls attention.

To his lime-colored eccentricity.

Stop calling out when you should call back in.

What is it that you are trying to say?

Without your own thoughts, how do I begin?

To me, imposing meaning seems a sin.