Yellow, Pink, Blue, and Black

Her burro follows the magma 

To oil,

An undocumented scar 

Walking the invincible decline.

Who amongst us breathes in yellow gas

pulls the yellow stone close

to dying children of Caesarian betrayal

In the good book’s margins?

Home is some boiling Atlantis

In the ledger,

A rotten Easter egg hunt, 

Sublingual Pharma-slurry sleep

Post-famished goodnight prayer. 
It’s the trip I missed

While the doctor took my spleen.