housebound   ptl   we lounged

in bed   read

novels   watched a campy 60's movie

sipped tea   then walked in

the rain to

the park   sharing an umbrella   but

the umbrella was black   and

we don't like black   it

cast a pall

you're asleep   but i can't shake it

la la la

can't shake it   and

it's still raining   and i have to catch the

bus at seven 

~

don't leave it like that   think of helen

frankenthaler's

blue   marimekko's sunshine

yellow   twyla tharp's white

nights   think 

of other things   let black be black   attribute

it no meaning   cold is the absence of

heat   black

is the absence of light   but i cannot

shake rosalia de castro's black mood   damn 

that umbrella   no   i will 

leave it with lou reed's sangria

red   and call it a perfect day   and say black

is what you make of it