finding time

my feet hurt

like bee stings on fire

 

standing, beetle-backed

atop passed future fortunes

 

head veering lazily

across my own sweaty shoulders

 

all my auctioned off mines

forgot to send thank you cards

 

it’s the impoliteness that really kills me

those were my stones, you f***s

 

so i run on wires all day

my binoculars having broken years ago

 

remembering now, writing on your tinted wings

always obscured my path anyway

 

so yeah

bee stings on fire

 

that much

is mine

Reviews

[Brannon]

I like the simplicity and compactness of this piece.
Rock on bro, Thank you.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Well written piece...another cryptic little gem. I get the feeling there is more going on between the lines of this one than is actually written out in the piece. I rather liked the feeling, and the imagery was very well done. So, another reason why I always come back to you!

[ChemicalMadness]

Sort of a curveball from me, of sorts. It felt right, though. I'm glad you were able to connect on some level...

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I always connect with your work