Watercolour Grey

Half man. Lathe Secada died, thus causation be concomitance
I’ll empathize, like grangers melting chocolate drip smeared on Dublin ties
Because your laughing on with a memory
Laughing while I berate myself. I wasn’t there for the landside that’s coming
to terrorize you
Up she yawns time to shake. Waking up for her new day
Combing out her grease paint hair with a smoke and a coffee
If your God is fake. Scarred like you on your new day
I will come and paint your face watercolor grey
Madulin. Thespian conspired. Our county fair revisions lay red and atomized
Some pompous phrases on wine. My combine splits the sky
I’ll be with you again