Colour Pencils

When you are dead meat
When you are battered
beyond recognition

When nothing makes sense
When your thoughts are incoherent
When written words are alien to you
When you cannot gather
anything together

When you indifferently reject
every redemptive proposition like
a badly written draft

And, when you have swung from
Unplugged to Headbangers
without second thoughts, and 

in a jiffy...

Talk to me, says the paper
Play with me, says the colours.


~Feb 2021