Tuesday, November 2, 2010


the day was grey
behavior defined
in a wash of changeless
the day was gray
clouds ate up the sun
into the vastness
grew a great nothingness
as the day was grey
hold your breath deep
under the misting
winds dissolution
rocks the beds
the day being gray
enter into the pantry
rotting out of
the expired wastes
over-crowding with
the day was grey
and the trees could
no longer smile.

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