Yell-
ow Part of me dims with pain,
Becomes the stinging flies…
Part looks into your light
And lives to tell you so.
Last Words
James Merrill
I haven’t seen enough
of fall—I haven’t and can’t be
content
with a drive by drive through
on my way to
some stop quick slip it all in and make it
home
to suppose at dusk a dusk under
the and over the
tree I walk beneath I haven’t seen
enough see this girl I knew once she
came through
sometimes
sober
s om e ti me s
(k) not and she’s not
now
plain and simple and won’t ever be again
and I wonder if I hope so she saw
on that rainy day
before
she
dropped
dead
if she thought
yellow
look
yellow I love
yellow
it’s raining it’s been raining all the way back
from Phoenix rehab I’m about to scream see this shit’s real
it’s dope it’s lit look I haven’t seen it since
I got out
I’m clean I’m stayin clean
baby don’t
don’t
no listen don’t
ok? don't.
ok ok ok ok ok ok
just one more
one more
time
what? what’d you say too late see
all that
yellow
all that deep
yellow
in the is it? the rain?
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