BEES
DON’T GO KILLING ALL THE BEES
Charlie Mason is 82! Can you imagine him
an old stooped man? Those blazing eyes Was
that a swastika carved inbetween? Seems so
if memory serves but that was a lifetime ago
Headlines gruesome DEATH TO PIGS
scrawled on wall in Sharon+unborn baby’s blood
Is this what warped Polanski or is this a chicken
+egg question?
Charlie rotting in Corcoran State Prison has been
in hospital for undisclosed treatment Cancer? Aids?
Was he insane or just a mid-century hater? Charismatic
+blood lusting run of the mill messianic power over drifter
girls One with my last name
I certainly fell for a sociopath or 2 one from a town in Poland
But how could Sadie be duped by Charlie a blossoming psychopath?
Certainly my childlike naiveté paved the way for trust later in the
trenches of humanity 30yrs. of sandbox play Confessional of frailty
+depravity of children’s waking dreams
She lay in the sandbox Stained tabernacle 10yrs.old
She said: Now you rape me therapist My father had
no problems Don’t tell me he was sick! He knew what he
wanted There was nothing wrong with him
Therapist’s epiphanic reflection:
So he was selfish+cruel+didn’t care about you
Unsought for Undeserved
Fuck yes! said wisechild with Tourette’s
In these first days of 2017 let us continue to speak of
madness unleashed On Saturday at Fort York 2 beehives
sliced open leaving bees in cold to freeze But this poem
is not relentlessly bleak The truth may often be where havoc
has been wreaked In savaged girl who at her core a gentleness
was sheltered
There too a dusty hope for a fresh start in small town Ontario
where mother had been transferred This un-poisoning the world’s
Soul And 3 of the bees reportedly thawed will repopulate the hives
come Spring!
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This new man will hardly know the hour of his turning nor the source
of it. Yet he will have in his possession that elusive freedom which men
seek with unending desperation. (Cormac McCarthy The Crossing 1994)
12th Night/Epiphany 2017 BELIEVE
songanddancegirl 