she looked at me and said "nice"
winked aloud to confirm the lies
which often she fed
the decomposing dead
before severing all worldly ties!
there are a thousand maniacs on the road
erupting apart from common node
a rather common palsy
captured Oliver and Nancy
till nothing remained that showed!
i`d love to hold her hand
and at the edge of the sand
where dogs lick fizzing spit
where a whore caresses her clit
and a thousand doves wriggle the sand!
lets lie down and remember
as all memories cloud denser
the exaggerated theory
of coffee table glory
and staling cakes of december!
i`d yearn to kiss her hard
infront of the slumbered bastard
feigning to be believer
wiping the syrupy saliva
yet all my glories are marred
yet i gamble all my sleep
and make ink my trusted sheep
to sit down and write her
the aging of the picture
'ah do i hear her weep'
get on with life i wonder
of deeper yellow i am fonder
the yellowing of my shirt
her yellowed up wart
the spreading yellow of yonder
let yellow paint the slice
let yellow feed three wise
men with yellowed beard
as if they actually cared
she looked again to say nice.
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yellow stains.
on the wall,in the heart,
yellow is the sand, yellow the time,
yellow,the song of my broken rhyme.
faded jeans and faded greens,
and fading is my rock and roll.
dusty afternoons and rickety chairs,
cracks in the wall climb upstairs.
the old radio plays on....
all you touch and all you see,
is all your life will ever be.
quite !
With emotions a same ,
with feelings a shared ,
brethren we are of these *GARGANTUALLY FUCKED UP* yellow days.
I look yonder for a sign of change,
a glimmer a glimpse a hope , alas disdain ,
for yellow is as yellow does ,
buckle up , yellow was not a choice but a must .
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