The Grays

Where others may have
the blues, I have the grays.
That this lump of a dove
with its idiotic gaze
can make such a bone-
deep moan—it’s humbling.
My own song fumbles
borrowed words, absurd.
At best, I wrest a staccato beat
from the raucous crows,
yelling here, hear and jeering
at some insomniac owl.
I’ve got the grays—but
they make me grimace
from ear to ear
like poor Yorick before
he lost his jaw.
I croon. I caw.

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

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