The Color of an Explosion (Draft 1)

The Color of an Explosion

[I don’t know what to do with this “reaction poem”. I was going to let Zawmb’yee Nuje write it, but I think it’s general enough to be from imaginary me.]

When happiness captures me
I glow with the force of a fuse

and ‘Love not’ explodes in my face;
dear friend I am in a crater.

I wish I had great news
of found happiness
and love, but

I think I’m destined for
a sad and lonely life.

Dear friend
be cheerful, because

je ne sais quoi, and
all that Jazz yeah

dance for me, and
let the sun rise in
scene seen colors

— Douglas Gilbert