What do people mean when they
say they have a black black mood?
Why that color, lack of color?
I lay down on the desert with a gun
a big black 9 mm,
stuck it at my head, looked up into the sky.
It felt good there, substantial, like it could
really end
something.
About two inches from the end of the barrel,
it used to be about what I
didn’t have
and then it's about what I
have too much of.
I didn’t really mean it
yet
not yet
after awhile I could feel the ants on my
sleeve and thought
how it’s good looking into the sky
hearing almost nothing
looking right into the color blue.
It’s saved me before, many times
in fact.
The colors,
the smell of trees, grass, dirt,
it’s so hard to keep a straight face
putting yourself up against the earth
when you realize every misery wants some kind
of audience.
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