Creative Work: Green

This is meant to be performed as a spoken word piece and is open a wide variety of spoken interpretations.

Green

Fresh pine needles hanging taught the smell of sticky sap grass stains on knees and jeans the color that springs from the earth leaves on trees in the summer time I'm free an explorer what a truck '92 never blue when I cruise to Marky Mark and his crew on a duct tape deck with old glowing displays driving down roads with trees crowding each side the leaves so vivid after fresh summer rain camouflaged in plain sight behind gardens running into forests escaping from wardens but now we scout because bottom rusted out and green is a shell that life starts to smell it's going to hell these thoughts I repel because I dwell in my cell so yell to show that you still remember that color Green.

- Jay