Grey-Blue
Today is a day, one of those days
My mind is divided
By infinitive…
I travel back to schools I have gone through
The primaries
The two Secondaries
And
Colleges, academies and universities…
I must have been crazy!
That is what I feel today
That is why I am going to see a psychologist
We play a game
I am the pawn
The patient.
But
With the pockets empty
I think of Layton
(The poet who wrote ‘Red carpet’)
He sold his papers to earn a living
He sold them to the universities
Libraries used to buy such junks
That can someday
Help the future researchers
To write books on us:
“He had different jobs, drank, had many lovers, ” or…
Today my mind is divided
By infinitive
Like the drops of rain that are falling
From the grey sky
While I am,
Blue.
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