Gord

2024-08-04 09:27 pm

Like the sun heats sand,
Marrow, lemon, butter.
Yellow begets yellow.

You can get by, off nomenclatures,
You can get off of your oral favours,
High horse and compare your god.

Yellow teeth, shallow gums, fallow claws,
Yellow is the sun that follows you home,
Yellow is Chicago, Toronto and New York.
Kill fellow flowers to see if he loves you,
A selfish color that swallows you whole.

Reach the threshold for silence, clap.
It takes not much for violence to start.
Although, you know that.

So, like the sun meets the sand, 
Grassland or temperant meadow.
Yellow begets yellow, 
Green, brown and red.

You can get by, off those things you said,
Oral favours or fine works of art you posess.

I see the yellow for what it is.