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NOVEMBER GREY

Underneath the lamp post
My mannequin eye
Benighted shapes sleight by
But unease is honest

And it scintillates
Sometimes, the need
Though I always bleed
The same

I reveal myself
And you turn away
Subtly, neck twist
Belayed

Insipid stride
And a sordid return
We share a grimace
That, to others
Resembled love

Black noise is what I heard
Ghost of an echo, resonating
The silence of those words

A loaded gun
Barrel to the head
At your behest
November comes again
To claim the rest

Supine
Turbulent gaze
The trees, venous
As my bloodshot
Mannequin eye

All over now
Seconds accost me
It all fades
To a pastel shade
Of grey