yello the poetry album

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Table of Contents

1. Intro 2. TheSECONDPoles SoForeign

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3. Fast till 34. Spectra5. Our Little War Song

Part 16. White Pills7. Shooting in a Theatre8. I Owe John HannahMoney9. The Actress10. Quake Girls (SheWont Ride Me On, EatBreathe)11.Fall of Rome12.Yello

13.I Aspire to be a Rapper II14. Phallic Format

15. RecommenceSWAG16. Outro17. End


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Intro

ME: So this is like it. The thing I wanted to showyou.

MYGOODOLDCHAP: Alright well then let me see it.

ME: Ok. But call me SPARROW now.

MYGOODOLDCHAP: sparrow?

SPARROW: SPARROW.

MYGOODOLDCHAP: ok


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The SECOND Poles So Foreign

Parlor this girl or till night until hereCall her that she is on a different tier

So hey kid, you are eighteen nowSo hey kid shes such a tease now


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Call her up tell our girl on her simple timeTalk a little cable speech for a nasal line

They say Im all grown up now?Cant be meek son, youre a man now

But her eyesshes oh so foreignCall her down off glass shes not holding

My friends say Im eighteen now.They say there are places I should go now.

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Fast till 3.

Its a nice placementFathers love thy daughtersOr an archived statement for when they falter

And these fathers theyll pray for you

as you put on heeled shoesas you coat your little girl hands in color

as you begin to move

And these fathers theyll pray for you

as you purse your lips in the mirroras you shade your eye with night

as the bottle grows clearer

And these fathersOh these fathers

Tell you

Fast till 3 my daughter.


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SpectraCHILDRENTell the children play alongHushed and timbre songs

Mother now to right our wrongsTellin meJesus whipped and beat and flogged

So tell me nowWhile ripe and youngHow Jesus hung

But this book is heavyAnd you regret meAnd you forget meAnd you correct me


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Tell the killers strike down fellow manIn the Nam strike down yellow manBut skin now red or least his hands

Till the metaphor is blood on sand

So tell me nowWhile young and smugWhere the bodies hung

But my gun is so heavyAnd you regret meAnd you forget meAnd you correct me


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Our Little War Song Part 1

This is what its like. In perils of the last boomWe sit close together in somber of last tombIn haunting us together we invoke many cloudsIn mourning of our Lord, in denying that is now

In passing is this love, so bound by this warIn fever pitched hearts, but hearts do not imploreOr beckon for life, yet beat in remissionOnward swords do strike, in spite of indecision

Dare we do fall, and night cast her gazeThe bodies in inferno, when upward eyes do blaze

Concerning lost paradise and practice of armsWe take up our steel to deal a world beyond

In passing up our fate entirety do callBut in my haste the love or dialogue


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You ask me a number, Lord grant you peaceThe dead answer, but ever so quietly

In justification of fateMerriment forewarns hateI tried my hand at dueling, in lacking such ambitionYou speak of love, requited in depletion

And mock against the war I talk to dead corpsesIn dying in my fleet, I recall loves abortionRest well my friends, How I tend the softOnce war depart, so will the heart

(To be continued)

White Pills


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These little circlesThey relish the thought of the light sex in the

afternoonKiss out the LONEAmplify the sounds in the roomDraw out a pain in my stomach

Dim the lightsDim your hips

Fade your hair into my dreamsMake you appealingYou are appealingIt tends to be alone

Make me roam aroundMake me be aloneMake me be alone

Dim the AtmosphereHaving me waste the afternoon sleeping

Im having a dreamDont make me wake upIt hurts a lot to wake up

It feels like Im stirring in my sleepHearing the STIR FRYING

Smelling nothingStomach hurts

I taste circles


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Shooting in a Theatre

There was a shooting in a theatre in Colorado.There is woman on TV talking about the shootingon TV. This one girl who was shot she had a storyof her life. She wanted to become a sportscaster.Now its like I know that this one girl has becomethe face of the shootings. 71 people were shot. Onthe NEWS channel Im watching I see a picture ofpeople embracing.

I notice that the woman who seems like she isembracing a man on the TV picture shown by theNEWS has a troubled face. I feel guilty and badabout myself because the woman, her face showsso much TRAUMA, PAIN, and SORROW but Inotice something hanging out of her nose. Like abooger, or snot or something. It was this I noticed

before the full effect of her face.These people were hurt.

I continue to watch the NEWS.


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I Owe John Hannah Money

I owe John Hannah money.


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I said Id pay back two months ago

He has my cell phone number

He text me everyday asking for his money

But I wont pay him back

I come up with excuses in my head

Why I wont pay John Hannah

I say to myself

Hes rich and white

John Hannah is rich and white

I say he is going to just use it on marijuana

John Hannah will use my money on marijuana

Its best not to answer his text messages

He tries to make me feel guilty for not answering

his messages

I feel guilty a little bit

Not much.


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Its all kosher, Ill pay him eventually

I owe John Hannah money.

The Actress

Or maybe in and all the sameA fabled tone to solid stateYou see I run along this stage

Across the plane and in this play


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An actor there, he told me thisNever kiss the one youll miss

Never hold the one the you love

And when you fawn, dont call her dove

But hold this here, when you walkIn swift tide speak and art do talk

And should we fall, she lift you hereIf you cry, dont shed a tear

Quake Girls (She Wont Ride Me On, EatBreathe)

Leather from and on, in forward on

Call her down from the mount and kill her sonPass on through and side fell you, and the rollingon of eastward noon

Or the notion, or pass on something dream


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In towered ales drank in midnight seatsOr aged in none and brought on down and we allhear that humbled sound

My Jewish girls gon way down south, or tally girlsaround this town

My other girl she aint got no shame wrote aciphered mmm on her ab-do-maneTell my baby please come sleep with me, cross injoy or town of CalgaryIn bear my cross, or cept wind naught and kill myshame over againThis here girl in suppertime or skin tight hood fromyour nursery rhyme

Call her downCall her down


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Fall of Rome

The fall of Rome was ushered in the scent ofcologneOr timely old men who shake their head at you

The fall of Rome was ushered in by the saints who

atoneOr lonesome brown whores who say that time isthrough


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The fall of Rome was ushered in by the science of acloneOr Yellow clouds in the sky who continue to insist

that the sky is blue

The fall of RomeI caused it

Right here in this poem


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Yello

This is what Ill requite to you

A love in yello huesCause this sky wanes an is done and throughAnd retires to its blues

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But the yello sky is what I loveBecause heaven dies when up aboveAnd retires to its blues

But peace in men, and more amenForgive me lord for I do sinI curse against your blues

Creation says this here blues

Its making well, it comes from youIt was good and well and true

But I love these yello hues


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Not yello sun, no love for itOr somber world and what I sentThis color once, remember it

And love these yello hues

I Aspire to be a Rapper, Have Bitches andLambos. VOL II. THE REMIX

To these little black black boysThe rocks carried in your back pocket

They gleam with so much decadence

Next is the present flip-With asses like the Cuban or MexicanOr the gold cross-


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That ensure Im heaven sentWhen they inform my next of kin

But right now Im a grand oratorA lexicon thats full of WORD hatersMy Girl like these dimebagsAnd her girlfriend is kind of fat

I kill a swift symbiosisOf your community and its older homies

They sit on the porch talking bout the good olddaysMy uncle gone of that yayIm be gone for daysSaying

This dream is ephemeral, humanitarian in nature,and open to all who arent mute.

Ey Dro tell that bitch I just met, to stay off my goodcognac, she hold her liquor just, I want her overhere to come mix this pink up with me. Shit Imlonely.

Phallic Format


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Here the note you cart and scribed

Forward in a fear derivedI love these crme on crme wallsBackwards driven Electric Halls

Backwards drivenIm forwardingAll the script when I was elentyIm just crazy, know my name

Call it out and over again

I just like the crme of crmeAnd electric viceGirl treat me nice

Write a noteAnd -

Come to me wearing an electric forward vest

Come to me when youre not your bestWhen estranged and sheathed in mess

I didnt mean to do it baby Become

Would you say so clich?


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Recommence SWAG Prelude

Well its been an interesting change of events.Scientist work hard in their labs, trying to uncoverthe truth behind the growing affliction What is

the LOL complex? What are its dangers? What areits benefits? OMG MY BFFManwithpaperbagonhead asked out Kaylie.

Ride with me. Lets see whats up with our fathipster maybe hes a hipster, I dont know I justfeel its my job as the omnipotent narrator to type

him.

Go on, and continue the poem man.OK, OK.

Recommence SWAG

Fat kid, with the skinny jeansDont give a blonde a reason it seems


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He would dream of Hermes, only to lace upsome Nike and talk very nicely

The panties, it seems, didnt bloom after the

pansies

What can I relate to, when I hate blue?And every phallic reference has a virgin in

bloom?Some place they like to call me Tank

Something I remember about my dad, he neverstored money in the bank

But SAVE the lottery tickets, and said God tothank

So we exchanged Mc. Ds for Capris, in theguise of skinny jeans

That kept my ass warm, in the shelter forpeople like me.

People dreaming of Hermes, but they have tosettle for Nike.

Outro

Virgil tell me something


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You were my good old chap Virgil

I feel like black DanteSo theyll call me Andre

Our lies were so romanticizedPoets were much different now

Im so different now

Im Sparrow right?


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