Wake up money round your head
Blood in your bed
Murky mid-tone
Not answering the phone

There is a word for it
Forlorn un-answering invisible word
It is never there
Unlike those of words beyond care

It is a rainy afternoon, typically grey
I stay indoors, I drink beer and smoke cigarettes
No use going out on a day like this
It’s all infected with typically grey

My mood today is typically grey
Middle of the river, no banks for anchor
Water coming faster than i can bail
Oars to heavy against the currents of my languor