Thursday, March 22, 2018

KIt Kelen #811 - grey



811
grey

hat headed
suited so
the day
down drain
or puddle sat

a frog has come this colour
such socks will never dry

this is the grey
won't go

like wick
but there's no candle comes

concrete of forms filled
of the filing away

this is the grey that bites
is shaped to flight

from blood begetting
biblical
you'll see right through these wings

all arrows point grey

things crawl in out of it

insects find themselves indoors
grey of who can blame them (?)

of a certain tide
abysmal
hymned in some thunder

thing I acknowledge mine

of the wall
of the flag
saluted for a sky

sometimes the sun strikes through it
like an arrow in the heart

it's grey
of the green got
how else up?

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