bees/amber

I swear your love is like candy

Amber glean within your eyes

And a sleepy waning mixture

Of your loving and your lies

Like a symphony of cries

I am not prepared to hold you 

Or the amber in your eyes

Ive got a wax cap over me

Now I am the honey

Waiting on the bees

Waiting on the world

To devour me

Fermented and dripping

From all this time

In the sweet crystal slime

Missing all of mine

Missing all of mine

And she cracks like

Hard candy

Tossing on the tongue

In love but on the run

And she is inside of me

In on in on in

On in on in on in 

Look

She splits wide open

Just like the pages of a book

And I slept real soundly

Through all of the time it took

And now I’m hooked

And she’s addicted to the honey

So my goose is cooked

She peeled back the wax cap

And took a taste and took a look

Honey drips like syrup

On a hot summer day

In the winter it’s molasses

Won’t come out to play

Without a lot of pressure

Better if it stays

In the Honeycomb

In the Honeycomb

In this sticky home

All alone

In the honeycomb

Where it lays

And you are

A beautiful vision

Through the amber glassy case

But I am turning ugly

drifting away

Inside this place

Afloat In this concoction

I am changing

As my nectar melts  away

And I’m feeling drunk and different

Theres a darkness that has stayed

Floating in the honey

My love just melts away

Suspended in the honey

There is a darkness that has stayed

But that’s all ok

It’s easier this way

And if the bees have a short winter

I may be spared from my demise

And I’ll be brewing into flavors

Of the aged and the wise

Inside

Behind the wax cap

Where I’m changing

Maybe then I’ll be deserving

Of the amber in your eyes…

inertia, beat

quiet again

and darkness pulled

around like a too-heavy

blanket

bearing down on feet

to burden ankles

and make me 

painfully aware

of my breathing

in

and then

out

and repeat

sometimes life is a

tempered

cage

or feels like

one

at

least

cold bars and no where

to hide

yet a monotone

dripping

of time

echoes in the air

like the aware dreamer

or the cinematic ear-drums

after an explosion

i wish i were weightless

suspended in the river

but it is winter still

and canons of summer

sit snowed over

and still

and i am here without

the

will

to make my

moves

just a box of

sad clown makeup

bottom of a trunk

in a dusty hall closet

forgotten

for years

inertia slithers like

a serpent

on a deluge of

intentions,

the plans,

the list

the procrastination

of weariness

and fear

what once was conqueror

now is conquered

and tired

the white flag of

the worn out soldier

just older now

and down

like a sheet on the

ground

low

and licking wounds

that have long

since healed

but they

feel

so real

quiet again

and the darkness 

pulls down

like a too-heavy sheet

on the man

where the heart

and the gravel

meet

what once 

was

strong

is now

inertia,

beat