Honey, Bee

1. HONEY, BEE

humble me,

bumblebee.

honey, beeMused

honey, beeLoved

buzz buzzing Beeing

beeingly buzzing

hummingly birdy

bee buzzing

soft softly bee

Beeing

just for me.

bumblebee,

humble me.

birdy hum

birdy bee

birdy been

hum humming

birdily beeing

soft softly bee buzzing

beeing a birdy bee Beeing

just for me.

2. MOTHER’S MILK

i rowed my little boat,

my little boat

across the river.

i forgot to ask–

did you make it to the other side?

i did,

and then i drank,

and then i drank the color

of the sky

through my hollow throat,

and it sounded like Mother’s Milk,

like Mother’s Milk,

and it nourished all my bones–

even the Past and the Present.

the scavengers, the farmers,

the warriors, and the goddesses–

the devout, the sacred, and the sinners–

all lockstep with me.

i forgot we were Connected.

i stroked your fur,

i stroked your fins,

and your feathers,

and felt our electricity

and its singularity.

it was peculiar

and familiar.

and we talked–

and we walked

through the woods,

spinning prayers with our hands.

above our heads, colored flags

fluttered, snapping

in the breeze–

in the breeze,

offering medicine to the Earth

and to our flesh.

and it rained,

and it rained

from the sunny sky,

tapping on the leaves

in stereo symphony,

while brooks babbled in our veins

for purification.

i asked why we’re All Here,

and you said,

and they said,

“only because You believe in Us

and You love Us all the Time.

it’s the Mother’s Milk–

the Mother’s Milk

of the Divine.”

and i said,

“this is true–

this is true

for all of YOU

but not for me.”

and You laughed,

and You laughed,

and You said, “don’t You see?

You’re Everything with Me.”

and You carried me to the temple,

where i met You through my Self

–we were always perfect–

and we held hands and swung them like friends

while we shined forever

–and i wrote it all down–

i wrote it down

because i might forget again

tomorrow.

3. YELLOWJACKET

vincent paints the bees

that buzz in your cells,

writing, unreeling ribbons

of words in honey-flavored light

through your arteries and veins.

i keep the stardust

that shines in his velvet violet iris,

gold flakes tinging the edges,

his crimson blossomed blood blooming

at its innermost core.

mama went to the moon without you

but now she's back, folding you

in her plush dusky arms,

wrapping you in her softness,

sending pulsing quasars into the souls of your feet

with each and every step in the reproductions of Life

they press into the earth,

oscillating in quilted rows of wheat

and sweet lavender.

those are the cypress trees

and these are the mountains

under which my mothers

and their mothers and their mothers lay,

from foothills to sky

in the ever abundant fields

that yield coils of boiling clouds

and streaming daffodil strands of sun.

hey, vincent--

dear vincent--

i'll slip into your yellowjacket

and feel its fine fur with my fingers

removing the stinger

that pierced your heart

and shattered your mind,

mending them back together

with my hands and my heart.

4. MOONSTONE BONES

fluffy ruffled pink and orange orchid organza,

simple stuffy rosettes, threaded with pearls.

chocolate-covered bees in your bonnet

'cause honey's not sweet enough

to put out the flames alone.

rhinestone gravestones with moonstone bones

and violet shadows falling on distant red ozones.

untuck me, unstruck me,

pluck my heartstrings under a blanket

of diamond-shaped stars

and sitars played in smokey sonar pulses

of gold.

5. DERVISHING GHOSTS

typical occipital

division of vision

solar, bipolar

sight unseen

skeptical, pivotal

turning points,

pointing, spinning

dervishing ghosts

whirling, twirling

through the past

and the present

riveting audiences

with divoted minds

blind-sighted, divided

pitted by sorrow and pain

hearts of high caliber bullets

and bulleted trains of thought

more lack than luster in Life

jaws set uneven by slanted teeth

and tongues forked, serrated

belatedly falling still, so still

better forever than never

they can feel the ridges

of their fingerprints

upon dark matter

initiations, graduations

of revolutions and evolutions

revolving, evolving doors

uncoiling stars

lifted, gifted

garments with wings

when you see them

you’ll believe them

hindsight is foresight

futures remembered forgotten

re-membered, belonging again

i’m here to dry your tears

Beauty is a sight

to be seen

6. YELLOW SONG

every time

we bounce our sunny buttery ball

between us

it shines brighter

and BIGGER

it gets bigger

and BRIGHTER

and sings in fuzzy buzzy yellow

honey bee hums,

“this is my love,

my joy,

my light”

i see you

–you see me–

candy-flavored sun,

spun of sunflowers,

daffodils, and buttercups

bubblingup

to the surface

and out into s p a c e,

tugging me to the place

that i belong,

while the narrator

narrates my life,

speaking words of rites–

words i’ve wronged.

writer righting words–

words of wrongs left so long.

this is how i fix it–

get out of the thicket

and into that place where i flow

and bend with the stream.

this is my ticket–

my honey-lemon golden-cream

sonic-citric-yellow song.

toss me the sunlight.

i’ll pass it along.