Black…? Poem by Mark Heathcote

What will be the new, Black?
Will it be Blue, Green or Orange?
Or something truly obscene
In a paisley, polysynthetic; dream.

Will there be ponchos?
Or turtle necks
Or denim, dungarees
Or a Walnut fur coat Burmese.

Pseudo masochists
They're all wearing Black!
Those guys
Never look forward or back.

Placing their G-strings
On the wardrobe tie rack.

Ladies, these gurus of fashion,
Bear no understanding
Of what is true, Black?