Anatomy of a Honeycomb
Post-mortem,
After having lived a life
In and out of mental hospitals
For what could only have been simplified...
Of attacks acute sweetness or withdrawal thereof
An autopsy was performed on me,
And a honeycomb for a heart
Was discovered–
In the center of my chest!
A few bees flew out,
Stinging the surprised medical examiners.
The honeycomb had a few holes filled up with saps...
MY SAPS–the men I had once loved.
That I had kept hostage in there for years.
And I had thick honey running through my veins.
All the way through to my clench fists,
That would explain those episodes of lovesickness.
And as my spirit watched from above.
As they gutted my physical body in awe.
And handled the honeycomb,
Which served as the vessel of my voids–
That I’d nested deeply in my chest
The saps loosed up,
And rose up to the ceiling with me...
And we–all the spirits–left that sterile hospital together...
And were suddenly in the middle of a field...
In the lot outside,
Into the center of a yellow flower.
Together, as pollen.
And immediately, the sound of buzzing bees could be heard.
And we would be distributed into
Honeycombs or hearts
Or honeycombs as hearts
Again.
Blanket of Needles
Come sleep with me!
If it’s safety that you seek.
I can’t guarantee you much warmth,
But the warmth your heart will know,
If you want this kind of protection,
Will grant you a good night’s sleep.
You see,
My blanket is made of needles.
You’ll be safe as you lie next to me...
Under this metallic blanket...
As long as you don’t move or try to leave.
Any escape on your part won’t be a quiet one,
As the quills pull on your skin and tear.
So, if you seek true comfort,
Lie under this bedspread of needles with me.
It takes a dedicated kind of loyalty,
But I promise,
It and me will keep you safe from
This chaotic world...
That created these harsh necessities in the first place.
Cabin on Detox Island
If you ache to be reborn
You need not travel far
Detox Island has a vacancy
But beware, it's quite bizarre
The regulars are sober
But they're pretty high on life
They laugh and smile and talk together
No sight or sound of strife
But when the sun starts to set
The regulars disbar
They trot back to their detox cabins
By light of the North Star
Once they're in and all alone
They lock their doors and sigh
And after nine, on Detox Island
You start to hear them cry
Behind their wooden cabin doors
They're trapped in with their fears
So, until the sun rises here
You'd best cover your ears
The wind is thick with screams and sobs
That cover you with chills
And you realize there's no escape
From these cabins on the hills
A night on Detox Island
Is enough to go insane
For the regulars that mull around
Have souls already slain