Red/Green Colorblind Madness

Whoa there, Stretch. Hands
off—the madness stays right
where I left it, Pokey warned,
holding a purple gun on me.
See it’s a philosophy, really—
a conscious choice to be this way—
though it’s costed me dearly…

It’s rabies, you dolt—you’re
drooling all over the place,
I said, feeling the spider’s egg
buried in the hump on my head
jump. Soon it would hatch
and its scorching righteousness
would pour forth like lava.