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?