I know, real fuckin original, using gray for a poem called Gray Area.  Well, tough; I wanted something that suggested ashes.

This one's pretty straightforward.  It's the old my-job-is-sucking-the-soul-out-of-me tirade.  What I see in my head is the opening sequence of the film Joe Versus the Volcano (actually the only good part of that movie).  I stole one of the lines from an R. E. M. song and changed it a bit to fit my purposes.