Yellow Mood
A mind reels with
The stench of sulphur,
Urine cloud gnawing
Away at delicate
Strands of logic.
An eye sees the sky
Stained by a sunflower
Sun, beads of butter
Drip down a grapefruit
Face, following a furrowed
Brow and curving round
The laughter lines.
Banana fingers curl
Into lemon fists that beat
Upon a wall of cheese
And a canary voice fills
The air with nicotine wailing.