Saturday, October 6, 2012

Rodak's Writings: Basic Black - a poem

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Basic Black


At my old home

the one I lost

my clothes closet

had a light in it

that came on

when you opened the door.

In my new place

the one that I haunt

a damned soul

you need to flip a switch

to light the closet.

So I stand every morning

looking into a dark place

not able to tell

if the shirt is black

or blue or green.

Do you understand

what this means?

Do you?
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