Grinding teeth, faced with A great uncertainty, I engage with nature, Smile at the bees; In return, they laugh at me. I dig my heels into the earth- It's soggy; my trainers are fucked. Fuck! I break the barrier to my eardrum To avoid the stagnant buzz. Their great hum is mocking; Through my red chest, I feel I've been stung. Oh my god!! Give it a rest!!!!! Please be gentle, please be sweet, After the week I've had. Dear bees, if you could see The dark things Ive seen, God wouldn't dare test me... They don't listen; they just hive. A branch snaps- AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! I snatch the queen by her wings. She's a tender, delicate thing. I bite her head off, My hand glazed, dripping in triumph. Ive found revenge is pretty sweet. I tower above the wretched beasts- Their screams vibrato, futile, Under the whistling leaves. As they swarm, I laugh Through the breeze- echoing, empty. Didn't they know They're no match for me?
poem #2A nerve contracts and collapses My chest to my legs, in alignment with my spine. Outside, a fresh sacrifice, a quiet knocking, creeping. Rusty window panes; moss lay below them, the damp spring cushioning toes, protecting gazes, smiling gently, Softly, patiently Maybe one, or a herd, accompanied by a rustling: cans cut open from toppling blue bins, coughing up cremated letters, scarlet bottles, the remains of peaches, ashy aluminium, surgical tools, The men in uniform hold their pooling fingers, A body turning west to the waterfall where they felt how lush it can be in the summer, content as the backdrop to the grandeur of water. He spends his time the rest of it, preciously with a quiet snore, the exhale familiar in its tone. Ending with her, the road collapsing, unknown to me, metres from my tired body, cushioned in my bedsheets, hovering below his reborn soul.