Rainbow Buffet

Sometimes I miss my colorful, summer time friends.
Faithful pals, awesome Mr. Green, glorious Mrs. White
Good buddy, Mr. Orange with the tiny yellow stripe.

I miss the crazy adventures we caused.
Public nudity on a private beach,
Holding the universe in hand like a peach.

I miss the taste of “Pretty Hate Machine”
How the beat swirled through my head
The choicest morsels left unsaid.

They’ve slipped away
One by oval one.

I have a single friend left,
Plain Mr. Blue.

He visits once a day,
Every day.

It’s not

The

Same.

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