Black…?
What will be the new, Black?
Will it be Blue, Green or Orange?
Or something truly obscene
In a paisley, polysynthetic; dream.
Will there be ponchos?
Or turtle necks
Or denim, dungarees
Or a Walnut fur coat Burmese.
Pseudo masochists…
Their all wearing Black!
Those guys…
Never look forward or back.
Placing their G-strings
On the wardrobe tie rack.
Ladies, these gurus of fashion,
Bear no understanding…
Of what's truly, Black…?
poem by Mark Heathcote
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