Vincent at Auvers Shutupshutupshutup shut up about my ear you fools shut up and watch this blazing blazing yellow move towards me into me and out of me as me so so much of me I burst out with paint I keep it you know - the blazing yellow not like a pet, not tamed no no no not like that in chains and cages and on a rope not like that I love it and I let it roam wild and I let it grow wild and feed and love and fight with me in the wild and it grows and grows and grows, and grows wild so wild wild wild and it blazes so so brightly brightly brightly that one day one day it must must must turn on me must savage me must kill me when crows stick screaming to my newly painted, pulsing pulsing pulsing pulsing pulsing painted painted painted, painting pulsing painted pulsing painted pulsing dangerous dark blue sky. Tim Goldstone Tim Goldstone lives in rural Wales after having travelled widely - working and backpacking throughout the UK, Western and Eastern Europe, and North Africa. Poetry, prose, articles, published in print, online, and anthologies. Prose sequence read on stage at The Hay Festival. Material broadcast on TV, radio. Recipient of Welsh Arts Council scholarship. Twitter: @muddygold
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