The Colours Are Bright and Grey

the colours are bright and grey
in
the dark room that
shone through shades of black
and deep electronic whirs
--
staring through the window
at the muted-green
glass office buildings
that crossed into the
smooth purple sky
and the christmas village with
snowy roofs and tangerine night-lights
--
computer speakers pulsating in rainbows
of blenders and distorted guitars
and pots and pans
and beautiful sharp yellow piercing
cries to earth
--
silhouettes of shampoo
and perhaps a
looming killer in the bathroom
with a crimson soaked knife
as scared as i to move
about my dark dreams
trapped like me in the haunting
sounds that fill the air
--
an explosion of pink mist
outside through the reflection
of the mirror
and between the
tied curtains who dance back and forth
that leaves nothing the same forever
--
this is not the living nightmare
this is but the mind's reverie
the corners of my head are filled
with blue beeping lights that
drone on wonderfully
all through the night
and forevermore.