Study for “Composition VII,” Wassily Kandinsky, 1913

it’s so loud, I can’t hear everything
at once, the yellow is thrumming, insisting,
and the red is flinging itself around
the dance floor, and the green is skirting
and darting in, and the mule is pretending
to lurk but completely just butted in,
and I can’t hold it all in my hands,
it’s leaking out from between my fingers,
and in the periphery I know there is a bubble
and it’s about to pop and I can’t handle
that, someone please help, I’m going to implode