There is no such thing as Red

There is no such thing as Red.

Only blood, blue,

cold, gushing onto

concrete.

A stream, sweet

no doubt, sweeter

at noon,

when the Yellowhammers feed and suckle

like frenzied sharks.

The stream spreads, the blood

spreads, hands caress

grooves and skidded treads.

There will never be such thing as Red.

There never was.

F*ck Red.

F*ck Blue.

F*ck wishing stars.