Sometimes Red Just Makes Me Blue


in the matrix of a prism is magic
of two kinds, the inestimable
and that which can be summed

—the inestimable cannot be summed
by definition

if I say red is passionate hot sexy
or if I say red’s the color of death
in unstopped bleeding
or that red’s blush reminds me of
one spectacular sunrise
the touch of you
there’s no calculation I can make
that sums red’s isness because,
as it comes by refraction
from the zero of white, it’s entered a zone
of the most inexplicable part of mind
which is always putting its private
spin on things


if I say red’s frequency is 4.3 times
ten to the fourteenth hertz I will have dropped
into the estimable spectrum of words
which may be so precisely split
there’s little room for imagination
which just makes me blue

Jim Culleny
4/30/19, 7:55 am