He drones like so many bees
in and out of my hive of a head,
and I wait for him to sting us
with thought, challenge, or obscenity,
but nothing comes, and so we wait.
We pray that a heavy bear will come
and, seeking honey, bat us out of
this captive audience that he drains
like a machine.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
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