Brown


The wretched brown wallpaper
The sound of the record scratching
Long after the music stopped
The burnt out ends of cigarettes
Ash spilled over into the table
The carpets succumbing to rot

The yellow stains on the basin
The lettering in blue of what it was
Toothbrushes without bristles
The running of bad plumbing
The water behind the walla
And still I can hear the drizzle

This is life now
Spent in this yellow, mustard hue
Stuck in the 70’s pallette
In a worth without you

Is this what men become
When they no longer believe in love
When cynical rhetoric has won
Is this what happens to a heart
When it can no longer stand
The agony of all that is done

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