The Colour of Plastic

Plastic is the colour
of my neighbour’s left eye.
Yellow is the colour
of his liver.

And if this was a story,
it would twist
like a Rubik’s cube.

All the characters would
have an angle,
and I’d give them names,
like Rhombus and Scalene.

But this isn’t a story,
and my neighbour’s liver
is apt to be the death of him,

his words resonating,
Blue is the colour of plastic.