FLAGS.

Red
Saw me
Before I had time to decide
Whether to hide from it
Or guide it into my mind,
And it
Pandered
To my most desperate needs
Without handing me
The decency of a choice.

White
Brightened
The skyline when morning
Called me from the heaviness
Of long un-fettled dreams;
Screaming
Its ice cream
Veneer at me from all corners
And forcing me once more
To consider a settled removal.

Blue
Knew me
Well after I thought it diluted,
And threw me the bone
Of a noose’s lifeline,
Which,
Stitched
To a hangman’s hand,
I had to thank for its concern
But politely decline.