Color and Light

George taught me all about concentration
"The art of being still" he said
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

Order
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
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

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

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