green and yellow

green and yellow green and yellow
last night green and yellow streets
made shine by the rain
in green and yellow
to-night the green and yellow
is on the tracks below the train
and too on the train
green and yellow train
green and yellow tracks

green lines and yellow lights
illuminate the cab and create
green lights
yellow lines demand i stand back
and keep hands clear
green doors and boxen at the station
frame green signs and benches on vacation
in the cold hut where is empty

where is
a green sign with white letters spells "centre"
but its still nothing special
"obstructing doors causes delays"
warns a sign coated in green light

it comes in waves
the green and yellow
first green
then yellow
then green and yellow

green and yellow green and yellow
golden green and verdant jaundiced
armadillos armed in golden amarillo
viridian skinned blonde caspian wardikes
hiking and hitching up
brilliant difficult daffodil britches
tossing shining coins all presidential
and green backed cloth through residential
neighborhoods as we ride and vibe
past other tribes, cast diatribes aside
like the trials we hide inside
our yellow raincoats
repelling grassstains
and leaping off trains not reigning in our pain
to feel it and feel sane and not complain
about green and yellow lights.

green and yellow lines adorn pipes painted red
at the station and say something poetic like
G 19 A
they do not say stop.
they say go
they say slow down or caution
but we here go faster

evergreens and yellow double lines
cut through green mountains
and green fences at interchanges
and cloverleafs
where leads
to a room devoid of green and yellow
but the tv is alive with
a green and yellow
uniformed division
absolutely fucking destroying
a blue and silver squad

and after red and blue invade
green and yellow are back again
this time reincarnates us
two trains
green, yellow
joined for 8 brief pauses
as green and yellow

take either green or yellow
or take green and yellow together
take them as they are
colors
divisions of spectrum
spectacular hues that
are similar
but different
not like red and blue
which meet
as purple.

back to me
back to the kitchen
the color of silver
i take a delivery of squash
typically green i receive
but today its green and yellow
and like that it comes back to me
green and yellow
green and yellow

why green and yellow?
why does green swallow me?
why do i swallow yellow
and then go green?
sick to my stomach
from too much green and yellow

back back
to green and yellow
this time in petworth
i wait for the yellow
but all i get is green
and my green bag with yellow trim
is packed brimming
ready to go for the yellow
to take me to the beginning
of green and yellow

...and god damn it
i am 1 am on my birthday
and the prudential is
green and yellow
and you've got to be kidding me
with this green and yellow bullshit
basking in green and yellow
like im not looking.

but now the problem
is that i only see
green and yellow
because thats what im looking for
like as i walk through the fens
which are
all painted green
i see no yellow
until i see that damn yellow light-post
in a sea of green
monsters.

seems everything in this town is
painted green
and trimmed in yellow
because its such a pretty pair.
or because these green and gold
natives still hold a grudge
against orangemen
and sometimes even red and blue
(on the Jack and not the Glory)
which gives me nothing but problems.

because im not in charge
of green and yellow
they act out and misbehave
in church and on the schoolyard
and writhe between dreams
and forgive each other
before theyve even gotten mad.

but its maddening me now because
im wearing a purplish shirt
and riding on a purple train
yet ive no cause nor desire
for poemwriting
no impulse to follow purple
on an a ultraviolent
mauve emotional tangent
seeking cunning criminal crimson or
deep malignant mahogany
marooned between red and blue.
i only see green and yellow.

i see on signs
banners on army barracks
bidding me to serve
or a street sign telling me
when to swerve to avoid
missing my turn
because you cant pass up
a chance with green and yellow.

And I pass rhododendrons
whose leaves are simultaneously
green and yellow
and trod on moss and lichens that
are neither green nor yellow
to my mother's house (from the purple train)
which is olive drab
and coated in christmas lights.

and I wonder
on the white bed
if I will ever be free
Free of envy and cowardice.
Free of revolution and corrupt gold.
Free of queasiness and disease.
Free, my man,
of green and yellow.

PDM