Grey

GREYERG

The intoxication

Has been successful

I can die now a somewhat happy man

I lay here on this fender

wondering

what is wrong with

a slight bit too much rain.

And it’s grey

Shark sandwiches for tourists,

Autosomal deficits

And I still wonder why it is

that my mother never calls

We tear down all the buildings to hide our subtle little blunders against reality

We paint our bedroom,

a sad,

sullen colour of grey,

and day or night

she lives life

while I sleep it away.

What do you see,

When everything you know is broken,

Where do you go

when it’s too loud in your own head,

The colour never seems to fade,

And move too quick from brilliant to overwhelming.

But when it’s grey,

Somehow, I feel ok.