This is just plain silly.

The Opposite of Rainbow (with Commentary)

She peered from the window
into the shadow-laced street
and wondered aloud… “What the hell is this? This isn’t the opposite of rainbow. Is that even possible, or is that just some shit you came up with when you were high?”

Lights popped on like new thoughts,
but the shadows merely shifted,
digging deeper into themselves,
and she took a breath…and said, “This is the worst fucking poem in the history of poetry, and I mean that goes back to whatever the hell passed for rough drafts with the Egyptians, like maybe they chiseled some shit and said, ‘Wait, that’s the symbol for a bird. That doesn’t work here. What the hell’s the symbol for water? Dammit! I wish we had a real alphabet.’”

The opposite of rainbow had come,
invisibly snaking its wake through the night,
its knowledge of color only a memory,
and the girl at the window remembered, “That she has better fucking things to do than listen to this! Get me out of this dumbass poem and let me go about my life without rainbows or whatever their fucking opposite is!”

She was free of rainbows,
their opposites, the lights,
the shadows, the memory,
and she knew

“How is this still going?! The end! Go write something else, you miserable hack! Leave me alone!”

it was, finally, over.

Heh. I plan to write a song called The Opposite of Rainbow which will, undoubtedly, be melancholy.  So it goes.