Day 23: The Yellows Play Their Part
Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2019 1:17 pm
The Yellows Play Their Part
#deepadation 4/23/2019
Went walking with Yellow today
yesterday there was a man who
insisted claiming beauty remains
vital as civilization crumbles and
To always remember the Yellow (1)
Daffodil of heart - break so I am
strolling in a headphone cocoons
They do not negate a friendly gr -
eeting of course with the beautiful
Spring air I’m also gonna get a nice
Yellow (-2) of Pinot Grigio or Dandy -
Lion wine but my friends and I will
probably need to make that our -
selves I think when the Bush ag -
gressively assaults my senses
don’t-know-what-its-called-but
it screams YELLOW (0) Marv -
E- llous since heavy artillery
is often required to let Beauty
or Truth through my solitary
perimeter immediately followed
by the faded once too umber
Yellow (-1) of aluminum siding
like the house I spent 13 years
where dreams still transport
me regularly but as Roshi said
‘a Zen Monk must leave again
and again’ buzzed by a bee
or my memory of a bee can’t
be sure the music is too LOUD
Oshun’s Yellow (-5) the Yellow
of Pumpkins chromatically in-
fested with infrared washes
over me the ‘Real’ becomes
honey liquid crystals the Blues
can’t become Greens Baby
without Yellows (-4) my old
Oshun/Ogun partner like to
dress me in Yellow (-3) all -
ways thought it was a Mirror
but didn’t know on which side
I was standing Oh yeah while
listening to da Funk I saw the
Yellow (10’000 things)
in Every Little Thing.
#deepadation 4/23/2019
Went walking with Yellow today
yesterday there was a man who
insisted claiming beauty remains
vital as civilization crumbles and
To always remember the Yellow (1)
Daffodil of heart - break so I am
strolling in a headphone cocoons
They do not negate a friendly gr -
eeting of course with the beautiful
Spring air I’m also gonna get a nice
Yellow (-2) of Pinot Grigio or Dandy -
Lion wine but my friends and I will
probably need to make that our -
selves I think when the Bush ag -
gressively assaults my senses
don’t-know-what-its-called-but
it screams YELLOW (0) Marv -
E- llous since heavy artillery
is often required to let Beauty
or Truth through my solitary
perimeter immediately followed
by the faded once too umber
Yellow (-1) of aluminum siding
like the house I spent 13 years
where dreams still transport
me regularly but as Roshi said
‘a Zen Monk must leave again
and again’ buzzed by a bee
or my memory of a bee can’t
be sure the music is too LOUD
Oshun’s Yellow (-5) the Yellow
of Pumpkins chromatically in-
fested with infrared washes
over me the ‘Real’ becomes
honey liquid crystals the Blues
can’t become Greens Baby
without Yellows (-4) my old
Oshun/Ogun partner like to
dress me in Yellow (-3) all -
ways thought it was a Mirror
but didn’t know on which side
I was standing Oh yeah while
listening to da Funk I saw the
Yellow (10’000 things)
in Every Little Thing.
