Colours (Version)

Red, white, blue.
Me, you.
Star-spangled,
entangled
as colours fly
and colours die.
And if I could stay,
I would.

Chestnuts

The night is rank with thickened smoke
and the stench of chestnuts burning.
Their stink clings lankly in my throat, choking me, 
gurgling and bubbling back up to the surface.
They are swollen and bloated 
like hundreds of pregnant bellies
with reddish-brown skins all fit to burst 
at any moment.
Then suddenly! 
Their once impassable skins will  shatter and splinter, 
showing soft white flesh glinting proudly
like so many stars.