would that it were red


housebound   ptl   we lounged

in bed   read

novels   watched a campy 60's movie


sipped tea   then walked in

the rain to

the park   sharing an umbrella   but


the umbrella was black   and

we don't like black   it

cast a pall


you're asleep   but i can't shake it

la la la

can't shake it   and


it's still raining   and i have to catch the

bus at seven 




don't leave it like that   think of helen


blue   marimekko's sunshine


yellow   twyla tharp's white

nights   think 

of other things   let black be black   attribute


it no meaning   cold is the absence of

heat   black

is the absence of light   but i cannot


shake rosalia de castro's black mood   damn 

that umbrella   no   i will 

leave it with lou reed's sangria


red   and call it a perfect day   and say black

is what you make of it







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Written on 2019-02-21 at 10:53

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I like the way there is a certain shift in tone between the two parts of the poem. The first one seems relaxed while the second one a bit jerky. I guess it was intentional, right?

KYREUS of Sweden
A palette of
Very likeable.

* Chris

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
There's such proficiency here, a fascinating theme articulated with skill and a cordial fluency. The catalogue of colours associated with persons strikes me as especially effective.