.
Black is the colour
Where other colours go
Swimming in
.
I am absorption,
Thick graphite drawings.
Tar, pitch, embellished
.
Bruised colours like flowers;
Hidden powers in these cowards.
Mortals are more fun than gods–I touch
.
Music, sinews, my flesh, fie,
These lights bruise my eye–it’s cold
I smell. Sigh. Rain and earth, fresh,
Solid. Home
.
Black is a colour
I swim. Sleep. Such
Is this: I am not Hamlet’s Ghost
.
13/12/2015