Sunday, January 27, 2013

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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