Yellow & Red

An angular turn toward the sky,

A screeching yell

He opens wide,

Yells to the heavens...

Maybe asking, a Why?

 

He turns, twists,

As the thunder holds him,

Tightly grasps him, squeezes,

He yells, screeches,

 

His pain, in red and yellow,

furious anger,

it rages above the land,

above the white cotton fields,

above the singular eggs,

above the smell of death,

 

His pain, he yells,

Maybe asking, a Why?

The reds, oranges, and yellows,

The anger, the pain,

Always alone, never lonely.

 

His teeth, sharp

His tongue, drips of blood,

bitten too hard,

after a midnight puncture

 

A morning call

A nighttime fall

After hours,

No more

 

Liquid down, time to feed,

the wind breaks the silence

the passengers cross the river

the obesity, the unshaven, that voice above,

and maybe later,

 

A higher one.

 

His pain, he yells,

In yellow and red,

for no love can rescue

for no love can predict

 

He thinks they are fake, they are real

He notices one by one,

and takes a poll

 

He comes down

for a while

Watches the shadow

from a 12th floor window

 

Watches the rain,

the beasts,

the rich men too.

 

The arrested man,

convicted from his mother,

from gold to poor,

from a voice of no more.

 

His pain reaches out,

for a higher reason,

a wonderful dream,

no.

not this time.

 

Yellow and red, slash them tonight.

Yellow and red, may I be yours tonight?

Yellow and red, he fuck her, she fuck him.

Yellow and red, my father

 

Yellow and red, a lover in bed

Yellow and red, he wants suicide

Yellow and red, one is good

Yellow and red, anger is food

 

His pain, it comes deep within

But surely you know,

It isn’t a jX or a hooker

It isn’t a nX or a chic

It isn’t a gX or a cheese

It isn’t a pig or a fowl

 

It’s that Yellow and Red.

 

The blood of anger.

 

You know what it is

What it is caused by.

 

Maybe you are part of it.

Maybe you are not.

 

 

Yellow and Red.

 

 

 

© 1997 David Greg Harth

97.05.05.01:34:00@31USQWNYC

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