I hate the moon
the shine of white light
the blare through the
clouds of day
I hate the days that aren’t days,
but stale drifts of dithering haze.
Let it be vivid
dripping black-blue darkness
let the fireflies itch & the stars
Let the sunlight be orange, yellow, rich
I’ll take the gloom, but hold the moon
& I’ll take the light without any white
Give me COLOURS, oh please
Because to drain life of its colours,
is to invite my disease.