Minor prophets
Would you mind
Do the honors
You quiet types
Paint from life
Traffic cones
Slow down signs
In catacombs
How do you do it
Everytime
Pick out the colors
To combine
Tell two dimensions
To fall in line
You see the crimson
Hidden Vermillion
Passersby
An endless supply
Just in case
Autumn days
Drop some hints
Clear some space
For starry skies
To reach their eyes
Spell things out
In black and white
Cast your reflection
Where we’ll see
In stagnant water
And wet concrete
In frozen puddles
And smartphone screens
And if you’re able
This empty table
In front of me
Where else would I be?
Just like that
Lightning flashed
Just enough
To do the math
If you stand still
You'll get struck
If you won't dance
You'll have to duck
Which Mississippi
Are you on?
Will you count with me ?
In case I’m wrong
I cannot risk it
For this long
I’ve reached my limits
All of my pigments
Are nearly gone
Would you please respond
The stars have fallen
Off the sea
They’re in the gutters
Of your dreams
If you still want them
You’ll need a submarine
Something colossal
A Russian novel
Something deep
To put you to sleep