Red Parade

Decorate the bright red bricks
Lash tomatoes to the treetops
Just in time for seven parades to
Tumble down the streets
Ahead of the wind.

They examine the streets, wondering
With their painted mouths
If they can afford houses in this neighborhood,
Where tornadoes often come
Despite the ready, open windows.

A series of arresting images that are
Spoiled by the intimation of meaning
Yet are still incomplete.
They aren’t colorful enough to
Paint
With
Though the all-seeing eye
Glows with their embers.
Lava
Hell
Disaster
Roses
Love
I love
I love a parade.

Tomato soup.
Sunset on Mars.
A lantern at the bottom of the ocean, lit by
Demons and beautiful,
Breaking hearts.