Yellow

have you ever looked at the color yellow?
Man, I hate it,
it's so toothy, so much like piss,
and man, it just kinda makes me sick,
I prefer black.
And Blue Jeans.
Whenever you try to wash blood from
light colors, you just end up with
yellow spots, like nictotine
soaking in and standing out like
"hey everybody look at me,
I'm a human and I bleed,
and I don't spray and wash my stuff
before it goes in the machine,
I'm so disheveled and unclean,
even my clothes seem to scream
how much they can't stand me,"
Yellow. Leave me alone.

BG

How can boy and girl be considered compatible
when they are always just crashing like cymbals
clanging like wind chimes in a hurricane
screaming out sounds and tears that pierce more ears
than your local tattoo shop?
How can boy be a crutch when all he seems to do is mess up?
Oh, his tongue tastes so surely like shoes,
and his mind left reeling only catches tires and boots,
my God, where have all the fishes gone?
How can a girl be his world when she's not orbiting
just kind of revolving in place, arms tucked away,
not looking at his face, tears leaving lines
where they've carried her makeup somewhere else to stay?
How can boy and girl go together like puzzles,
when they struggle just to stay in the same box,
when the pieces that make them partial to each other
stay hidden under jeans or ribcages and behind
zippers and words? And anyway, shouldn't it be an
everything kind of thing, not just this piece fits
that piece fits, but when everything comes together,
it falls back apart into little frustrating bits.
How can it be?