Yellow sunshine rapture

mirrors on carnal ivory skin,

breath scent of champagne.

Golden leaves of maple tree

release their grasp

caress your naked body.

Canary tinted sunflowers

wave greetings along

yellow brick road

leading to blondness

of you holding spray

of buttercups

under your chin

Love me, love me not

Setting sun displays

ochre magic of you

visible in fading

amber light.

I drink your sunbeams

lemonade happiness

in the creamy shade

of your aura lying supine

cushioning straw strewn

on bed of ashy yellow

burnished by fading light.

Crimson red I'm all dead, not a little, not just some, all like chum, swimming in mud, like worms eating up earth.

blood drips from my head I believe there's a hole in me somewhere

Crimson drips out of me quick, not like a candle wick dripping wax on my lower lip. I feel a clue coming on, like an old 80s joke that needed to be solved, before it was to late.

I write my name in Crimson for all the world to see.

Crimson red I'm dead, what was that you said again? Oh ya, DUCK!!

William Henry Mills JR

5-8-2016