Tag Archives: Yellow
New Math
his Math
I accepted then found
Theorems full of holes
Mechanical equating
Screws loose
Junk proofs on an old wood table
One Plus One Equals Yellow
Not legal, ever
In the Real World
Forever Indigo
I was warned of the Yellow
The Yellow from the City
I liked its light, so
I defended it
Believed the best of it
Allowed it into my home, my bed
My sinew
I favored it
Fed it
Berries
I started to starve
Courageous, I asked for respect
Yellow, it fled
We stay silent now, Yellow and I
I was warned
But I still believe the best
For I’m forever Indigo
Darlin’ Dear
When I wronged her months ago
She spoke to my calamity
With kindness
With humility
To her surprise, she empowered me
My ego now in overdrive
We’d make the Thousand Mile Drive
And I’d stay silent, in my self-defense
And punish her for her offense
Of trusting me with honesty
She wanted what I’d promised us
My best from me
Instead I killed her, once back then
Plus each day since
Her, my best friend
Her ghost grieves to this very day
But I am okay
I walked away
Crazymaker
Never allowed to know you
To say, “welcome,” or, “nice to meet you”
Always an outcast, a fraud, an impostor
It was you who stole my hat
It was you who called me yellow
Punctuated
how dare the canary,
a relative wisp of a force,
sing,
then presume
my ears,
my feet,
my heart…
were present,
or captive,
or cared, at all?
Photographic Memory Expedition
One would ask, “Wouldn’t it be lovely?”
Driving down gridded streets that sometimes wound East, then South.
Thinking of shutters painted contrasting colors, or perhaps altogether removed.
One imagines children’s summertime voices.
Carefree and popsicle glee, front sidewalks their territory.
As it should be.
One seems perfect there.
Small and yellow, with miles and miles of welcome.
Surely big enough for whatever weather.
The New Yellow: A Haiku
It is a coward
A coward who will do this
Not this, rather that 
It is a coward
A coward who will do this
Not this, rather that
Ne’er
It's late afternoon
So the clowns have come out
The clowns and their clouds have come out
Juggling the truth
Denying the light
Sure that they'll not lose the fight
I own afternoon
And ev'ning and morn'
In armor, I'm clad to the bone
It's late now, for you
So clowns take your clouds
Back to your faint-hearted home
Chief: A Haiku
You spew your toxins
You won’t get down on your knees
You steal their first food