greyest greys in addressing the public

have my best days now come and gone
in my return i led them on
nothing like that foreign thrill
i was a bird, a sea, a hill

and now i’m concrete, scorching waves
of dull magentas, greyest greys
bereft of any higher passions
unending spread of fallen ashes

and i feel lost among the crosswalks
am i a flower or a robot
i used to smile as i dressed
but my world here’s so unimpressed

i was a sparkle in the masses
a stallion tall among the asses
now but a fish flopped on the pavement
“big pond” would be an understatement

and now i only want to wake
in sleep i see too well what’s fake
least admired when they know me
perhaps i’m just a one-trick pony

Last updated September 19, 2019