the color yellow. rusted lands. neutral earth. the wheat browns. ripe and it smells like the death of a day. an altruistic death so that you can survive and multiply. multiply what. your gray. your yellow. your rain. your daylight. hands. plenty of them. pose that same paradox. the hungry ghosts want company. the midwest winds sweeping low. thunder too. sweet smell of the earth inhaling. swallows you whole. swallows me. settle for a midnight elixir. lemon eyes, cold and kind. still brings about that antiquated smell and sound. your blood runs to that harmony then. remembering the hard, hard times in the bad, bad lands. in the midwestern gale. ill stay a good man. stay, just stay. the color yellow. swelling dark. remembering.