Gray

[trailertrash]

the only thing
that matters
in my mind,

what is neither black
nor white,

subtle layers of twilight
sandwiched between
thinly-sliced days and
thick slabs of night,

the complexion of death
or cold reminder of warmth
in a circle of stones,

double entendres
forever lost in the shadows
of indecisive erasure,

feathers I found -
what was left of an
appetite only bird meat
could cure,

the pale specter of
once-blue denim and skies
just about to cry,

indisputable evidence of
fibrous decomposition lying
undisturbed on furniture,

telltale hairs, vying
for the crown, with a
stealth that only comes
from experience.