Bees  #98
September 28,  2002

The bees get violent
the end of September
like someone
that has given up
and takes a 
hostage to
exchange for
a mended heart
and happier childhood

 
I never liked bees
they are dangerous vagrants
of summer's last fling
while heat can still
be found in the open
fields
their seems to be no
relief from
kamikaze wings
that tangles my hair
and beat
a billion times
faster then my
heart can contain.