
The gray man stands
In gray skies & absent stars
In all sorts of gray garment
Stripes to plain to printed
Consternation struck
Disparagement not I
In blue jeans spirit
Though not foppish
For the irony of it
I cannot see
In gray closefitting garment
Mixed masculine perspiration
With blue jeans spirit
How I long for
How I come to remember
That gray man sleeping beside me
That gray man waking beside me
That erratic gray man
Who is not beside me anymore.
In gray skies & absent stars
In all sorts of gray garment
Stripes to plain to printed
Consternation struck
Disparagement not I
In blue jeans spirit
Though not foppish
For the irony of it
I cannot see
In gray closefitting garment
Mixed masculine perspiration
With blue jeans spirit
How I long for
How I come to remember
That gray man sleeping beside me
That gray man waking beside me
That erratic gray man
Who is not beside me anymore.
Source: funlok.com karisik 005
1 comment:
picture picture - poignant poem. very nice!
happy ww. ☺
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