Color and Light

George taught me all about concentration

"The art of being still" he said

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I guess I did not learn it soon enough

George likes to be alone

Sometimes he will work all night long painting

We fought about that

I need sleep

I love to dream

George doesn't need as much sleep as everyone else

And he never tells me his dreams

George has many secrets

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Order

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Design

Composition

Tone

Form

Symmetry

Balance

More red

And a little more red

Blue blue blue blue

Blue blue blue blue

Even even

Good

Bumbum bum bumbumbum

Bumbum bum

More red

More blue

More beer

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More light

Color and light

There's only color and light

Yellow and white

Just blue and yellow and white

Look at the air, miss

See what I mean?

No, look over there, miss

That's done with green

Conjoined with orange

Nothing seems to fit me right

The less I wear, the more comfortable I feel

More rouge

George is very special

Maybe I'm just not special enough for him

If my legs were longer

If my bust was smaller

If my hands were graceful

If my waist was thinner

If my hips were flatter

If my voice was warm

If I could concentrate

I'd be in the Follies

I'd be in a cabaret

Gentlemen in tall silk hats

And linen spats

Would wait with flowers

I could make them wait for hours

Giddy young aristocrats

With fancy flats

Would drink my health

And I would be as hard as nails

And they'd only want me more

If I was a folly girl

Nah, I wouldn't like it much

Married men and stupid boys

And too much smoke and all that noise

And all that color and light

Aren't you proper today, miss?

Your parasol so properly cocked

Your bustle so perfectly upright

No doubt your chin rests at just the proper angle from your chest

And you sir

Your hat so black

So black to you, perhaps

So red to me

None of the others worked at night

So composed for a Sunday

How do you work without the right

Bright

White

Light?

How do you fathom George?

Red red red red

Red red orange

Red red orange

Orange pick up blue

Pick up red

Pick up orange

From the blue-green blue-green

Blue-green circle

On the violet diagonal

Di-ag-ag-ag-ag-ag-o-nal-nal

Yellow comma yellow comma

Numnum num numnumnum

Numnum num

Blue blue blue blue

Blue still sitting

Red that perfume

Blue all night

Blue-green the window shut

Dut dut dut

Dot Dot sitting

Dot Dot waiting

Dot Dot getting fat fat fat

More yellow

Dot Dot waiting to go

Out out out

But no no no George

Finish the hat finish the hat

Have to finish the hat first

Hat hat hat hat

Hot hot hot it's hot in here

Sunday!

Color and light!

But how George looks, he could look forever

There's only color and light

As if he sees you and he doesn't all at once

Purple and white

What is he thinking when he looks like that?

Just blue and purple and white

What does he see? Sometimes, not even blinking

Look at this glade, girls

Your cool blue spot

His eyes, so dark and shiny

No, stay in the shade, girls

It's getting hot

Some think cold and black

It's getting orange

But it's warm inside his eyes

Hotter

And it's soft inside his eyes

And he burns you with his eyes

Look at her looking

And you're studied like the light

Forever with that mirror

What does she see?

The round face

The tiny pout

The soft mouth

The creamy skin

And you look inside the eyes

The pink lips, the red cheeks

And you catch him here and there

The wide eyes

Studying the round face, the pout

But he's never really there

Seeing all the parts and none of the whole

So you want him even more

But the way she catches light

And you drown inside his eyes

And the color of her hair

I could look at him forever

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It's going well

Should I wear my red dress or blue?

Red

Aren't you going to clean up?

Why?

The Follies, George

I have to finish the hat

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Damn

The Follies

Will she yell or stay silent?

Go without me or sulk in the corner?

Will she be in the bed when the hat and the grass and the parasol have finally found their way?

Too green

Do I care?

Too blue

Yes

Too soft

What should I do?

Well

Red