A Poem a Day to Millennium 9 September 1999
 

NO RED

used up all the paint
no red
damn
can't paint
no red
no rose, no
apples, no
red limozines
running through the night taking
queens to kings
no red for the joker's cap
no red for her lips she might as well be
dead
no red
and the yellow's running low
for the sunrise
for the little lady's hat
so little time so little yellow
and no 
red