by Lyle Michael
Live in colour.
More than your palette can hold.
Drape the fabulous.
Make it your badge of honour.
Roll up your vices.
Wear them upon your sleeve.
Run your course.
Leave the finish line behind.
You may not have nine,
But you have the one, seize it.
And add 10 to it. It’s all yours.
This poem is a response to response the November 2018 Perceiver's Prompt: "11.
For this month, we’re asking you write, create or produce around the number 11. Eleven. One one. XI. It could be an eleven line poem, eleven focal objects in a piece of art, eleven parts of a bigger story—whatever you want. Get creative! Get funky! Get controversial!"