At Times, Of Course, Like This

 

You find that you like gray, some

days – how it achieves its say,
perceives the cool array, subtly

holding sway, managing in quiet

to convey its calm vicissitudes,
allegiances, proclivities – the ways

it beckons you to stay and take

a seat and listen. Rainy gray
that glistens is a treat – though

can, of course, entreat your tears

to reappear, invoking fears,
reopening despair, those cares

deriving from the countless

recollections of your catastrophic
loves and flitting broken trysts –

your endless undone lists. At times,

of course, like this, gray can
make you want to slit your wrists.








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