Boasted Viridian Said Viridian Green to Cerulean Blue, “The waves would be boring without me and you, The crashing unflashing, the sheen without glow, Silver unplugged: not luminous Bro.” Of Weeding and Air Conditioning No facial expression announcing the work No special confession "look I didn't shirk" You weed up a sweat, when weeding's the thing And when you get wet, the breeze feels like Spring Colonist I was the white man, hailing from Spain To colonies sailing for riches and gain I was from Britain and wanted for land, My home but an island surrounded by sand I was the Dutchman, and long overrun, I wanted a place and my time in the sun And I was the Frenchman, and I sought romance, And the swirling and mixing, the whirl of the dance Yet also went Christ, He came with the Word - Much abused, like the Author who wrote it. Absurd: That the stench that this world mostly ends up to be, Still brings them unflinchingly closer to Me. Alexander King Ream is a poet living in Tennessee. His work has been printed in Decanto Poetry Magazine (UK), Western Viewpoints and Poetic Images: the Great American West (Woodinville, Washington), Society of Classical Poets Journal 2015 (Mt Hope, New York), Rocky Point Times (Puerto Peñasco, Mexico) and The Lyric (Jericho, Vermont). A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at the University of Georgia, he deployed to Hawija, then wrote on Lookout Mountain, continuing with Delta Kappa Epsilon International. Berkeley, Ann Arbor, and Athens encouraged him as a writer. In 2015 he wrote in Arizona at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument five miles north of Mexico.