The Ageless Bumblebees

November 19, 2017

I'd like to write a poem today

from the comfort of my bed sheets

with tea and a dog and all the little stars

I've chosen for myself.


Let me begin with an amendment

for what you think will come now

has already passed

I am already asleep.


The wave has eaten me up

like a bowl of jello

like Pavlov's parakeet

the ambience I collect is dimming.


You won't accept me because it's your choice

and you choose what you know.


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