Monochrome
by Timothy Reed
I am surveilled by
dour dames and dukes
(self-ascribed titles)
forever an alien -
societal, perpetual peasant
wondering when life
was stripped of color,
flavor,
and why thirst for these qualities
has made me a pariah
Yet....
I will not beg monochrome bread.
Let me die an urchin
but a lover of life,
and spite that shell of mankind
entombed in pristine manors
dining on preserved dreams
(dry as bones)
and diluted, dishwasher tea
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