Jake's Flea Market

squinted sun peeks
over the edge

bright eye opened 

eye from the far east
oriental

eye of one   pot stoned

eye the colour of fire

white surf stretches
from the corners of the eye

it squints at the house 

white comes out of the walls 
red comes out of the roof

squints at the barn 

red comes out of the walls 
green comes out of the roof

squints at the grass   at the trees

green comes out of the grass blades 
out of the leaves

squints at the parking lot

black comes blacker than the night 
was   out of the asphalt

the eye squints at you  

your colours come blonde 
out of your hair
caucasian out of your face
navy blue out of your jacket
denim blue out of your jeans

from the eye’s corners flames roll
like tears across the edge

this is how day wakes
how the sun begins to open