red equates anger, red means love,

red has to be blood lust –

red can be romance, red is the color of roses

ask me not why the red sea churns,

how dense it is, dense could be stupid,

dense could mean the accumulation of all these

living organisms throwing in wisdom

or dense might just mean one could walk on water.

which is which?

the power of suggestions, the body language

not captured in idle chat –

was that an implication?

the fingers strum, the throat constricts,

the eyes glare, or beaming,

it is hard to tell when it is night.

blackness encases this shallow world of skin,

wrapped in so many contours, meanders,

they don’t all lead to the sea

for some simply fall off the deep end,

others have dried up, wells long unable

to give life.

and life what of it? a mechanical run up

like a robot obeying instructions, lines of codes

performing, executing flawlessly –

except there is no soul, no heart,

just a blink, of recognition, off to the next task

while the red, dense night capable of mimicry

is lost in the mind of the observer

who observes blindly

a heart eroding, washing out –

to be devoured again by another red tide

do you dare eat this oyster

appearing from a said merchant of reputation?

it could be a supply chain error,

error: unknown unknowns

a bullwhip effect breaks backs

and broken backs in the dark lie still

the breath emits tendrils of smoke

alive. does not mean much.

can you tell?

conspiracy theories, shadow organizations,

shadows following shadows.

shadows take forms, the blurry lines between

legit and gray, gray and red line

splashed with white.

ring, ring,

it was just another cold sales call

and a screaming man at the other end

i do not want this.

news broke out the next day, could have

saved his mind, his house

could is subjective, debatable, like any good

trial lawyer wielding the art

of cross examining understands.

find the weak point – then go right

through it –

but the devil laughs at the other end,

what now?

angels dressed as devils, devils as angels,

it was all one halloween night –

and the banshees, the polteageist

were all hurrying about to make one castle rock.

it’s rocking you see,

this earth trembling at the very core,

walk the white washed road ladden

with tricks of every kind

walk till the red, the language of life slowly

unravels. there, you’ve heard it. it is all about.

tails you lose, heads you lose.