Spare Change and Poor Thoughts

Hello all. I return. So little to say, so little to say. I think I might take a break from the blog. More often my visitors are googled here by my fortune-cookie pilfered topic titles rather than an interest to read poetry. Rather disconcerting. I am, however, actively working on putting together a chap-book. So hopefully in the not too distant future I'll be updating with that information. My apologies if you actually visit this site often. I shouldn't be gone too long.

Honeybees

All the honeybees have gone
somewhere far from here
A great escape
to 1968
and all its sleepy ways. "Surely"
She says
"You must be crazy
for all the weeping
you've missed.

God, damn, you must be crazy."


She sleeps away
the sunlight, claims
she's seen enough
and the praise is misplaced.
Doesn't like the nights
alone.
Chain smoking bootlegged cigarettes
while her children
dream. "Surely"
She says
"You must be heartless
for hanging around
as you have.

Dear God you must be heartless."

She fixes herself tea
milk and too much sugar
before the sun
can show his evasive face.
Sips
Gets lost in thoughts of honeybees
and sleeps away the day.