I know Van Gogh started slow, started slow.  He started new yellow.
Not mellow yellow.  His yellow was on fire.  Desire was his yellow
big round yellow on fire.  Tongues of hot yellow licked oh it licked
off his ear.  Off with his ear as near as he got to her was his ear
his jealous ear snaking yellow tongues writhing into his brain
his eyes behind his eyes new hot yellow on fire melting his eyes.