THE YELLOW ROOM
(for Bryan)

I want to go
& live in

Bryan's room
even though it doesn't exist

except
on canvas.

I walk in through the door
of his imagination.

Close this reality behind me
& sit still...very still.

If you should look
(you won't see me)

for I will have always just left
& gone into the room beyond

or sat on the window ledge
just out of reach of the canvas.

I will always be
somewhere in THE YELLOW ROOM

there
even when

I am

(not there) .

*******
Bryan was holding an open studio and l finally got to see in the flesh so to speak my favourite painting of his. I was well pleased.

*******

INSIDE...THE YELLOW ROOM

Inside its yellow
room

the giant blue amoeba alien
sits patiently & waits

to transform itself into
the absurd

two legged
creatures.

It’s DNA sequence
floats around inside

bouncing off the walls
of its cell.

An eye has appeared
as a little bit of cloud

but as yet
sees nothing.

It has grown legs
like a table

but the human form
is proving difficult to master.

When the CIA
stormed the place

it successfully
passed itself off

as a table.

Now it takes the form
of a poet
(one Dónall Dempsey)

not realising just what
a bad move this is!

*******

Bryan now favoured a more abstract style and even his THE YELLOW ROOM could be seen differently by the slightly drunken eye. Thus follows the alternate version titled: INSIDE... THE YELLOW ROOM!
It’s the TWILIGHT ZONE version of the picture!

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-yellow-room-inside-the-yellow-room-for-byran/