today is blue
today is orange
today is split
between now and yesterday

gray does not float in this sea
it does not breathe
with pants of flowers or trees

these shades bleed in their
monochromatic screams
with their iridescent dreams
they claw to their surfaces with
no hope, no leads
following their feet as they drag along
in their evergreens

the colors do not mix. the colors do not mourn.

my nasty beast will rear it's head but refuses treatment.

xoxo