She said,
Stand still
Young soul
and be here now,
While we stared from her bed
and waited
for the flies to come out
so we could catch them
and let them
turn the roofs of our mouths
yellow,
and i would hum Yellow.
Staring
Stoned
I sit my turn
She said lessons,
lessons are repeated
til learned
and we would laugh
and waste away
the days we had earned
and fade to yellow.
And I would hum Yellow