Jaundice, Jaundice, Yellow and Jaundice

Jaundice feelings inside
turn to black lengths glued to the kites,
that whimper and waver in the wild Wednesday winds.
I wish loud silences on no one,
but on those whom walk on PIN number bank runs,
greedy individuals that fake emotion
to get that pure green grass upon the other side of the riverbank ocean.
Time makes pubic beards grow
but does let them sweet memories go
nor slip into the wash basin’s white glow,
illuminated by the realisation that she has flown.

Flown the nest, the cradle
her 2 bed-roomed  street styled stable.