The Yellow Poem
22 September 1998
By Alex Nuttall - Bio
Yellow, a color not to be messed with,
Begins somewhere over there
Past the water and beyond the breeze
That blows the sand into the faces
Of children and adults
Camping and playing drums
In their minds
In their minds
In their minds.
Yellow is lodged in between
Red and Green
And people seldom obey its
Warning
Instead they speed up their pursuits
Afraid of Red
And missing Green
Missing Green
Missing Green
Missing Green.
Yellow is piss to people
It gets the attention,
But it gets nothing else.
© Alexander Blair Nuttall / OGFOM-K Arts 1998
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