To Bee Or Not To Bee
buzzing silence almost deafens
before a roar of warriors erupts
a swarm lift in the cooling air
tensely calm as it sweetly sways
flashes of yellow dart about
when strupy backs take flight
a lively hum permeates stull
steadier yet than a drumbeat
among the fresh blossoms
these workers spread out
taking their fills of ecstasy
sipping spilling heady serum
specks cling to lightly hide
in thickened underbellies
promise of a newborn life
waiting for earth’s ready floors
Staring out my window
I watched the ships sail by
And even then I know
He never said goodbye
He left one summer morning
To sail the seven seas
Without a single warning
He left with the borning breeze
From nighttime, to daylight
I cry, weep, and mourn
Till my father comes at night
And I hear the ringing horn
through my foot.
deep breath, look
there’s the sunrise now,
this cold will be lifted
if only the pounding would stop
for just a second.
flies to a branch nearby,
i can see it past the top of the barn
it sing and others answer.
meekly, my mouth a dewy spider web,
but the words never leave my lips.
through my socks.
they’re yellow, with little blue flowers
and a bit of lace at my ankle.
the lace itches.
i specifically asked for anything but lace.
on a board
that fell from the second floor
of this old barn;
it’s not even my old barn,
i can’t remember why i came here in the first place,
if i move my foot, i might bleed out
or step in something worse
and never get up again.
but it burns so much
it feels like my whole leg is on fire
and i can’t see another house
there road is so far
there is nobody to find me.
the bird sings,
and i listen.
There was a boy whose eyebrows grew
Where twas once face, twas brow in lieu.
They were show-stopping,
Large as a bat wing. In the wind, he and his brows flew.
Sitting on my bus
There’s my neighbour, whom I don’t know…
Do I say hi?
To A (Rich) Father’s Credit Card
My love, you treat me like a true princess.
Although sometimes we argue, in the end
We always manage to clean up our mess.
You are so much more than a fun, rich friend,
You are the best emotional outlet
that any girl in the world could ask for.
You’re the Romeo to my Juliet;
there is nothing I could ever love more.
Your perfectly straight edges, oh so fine!
Those crisp printed numbers shine every day.
I use you recklessly, though you aren’t mine…
Sorry credit card, my main way to pay.
A lifetime with you would be my pleasure,
A lifetime with you – my love, my treasure.
Scrambled feelings, scrambled
words I regret not saying
Swarm my thoughts, in my head,
They soon form friction, but never
develop into a truth
Where we speak smooth diction
and act like reckless youth
I guess it is here where I express my great woe,
even though my loathsome thoughts have cleared.
I can no longer put it off to tomorrow,
even though I have already cheered.
But in truth, all this time I’ve failed to fully heal.
I think if I leave all this hurt on this page,
maybe then, I will no longer have to feel
all the pain soon to be locked in this paper cage.
Fighting, Stressing, Working
Sleep, Restless, Dawn, Bright
Pretending, Smiling, Faking