The Drunken Bee Drowns In Honey
"THE DRUNKEN BEE DROWNS IN HONEY"
It was 5:37, the moment
I woke up.
the dead roses are pleasing
to the aesthetic senses
again.
my insanity is bandaged,
plastic surgery went well.
the darkness is comfort,
delusions of persecution
dance and my lungs become
reality.
the broken must earn their
way into depression.
as I earned mine,
time was a whore out of work.
she watched as I slit my
throat, she bathed in my
blood and cackled.
as I lost sleep, she slept
sound, as my paranoia ran
towards the madhouse, she
signed the papers in bloody
urine to have me committed.
through the slip into
darkness, the bee swam
through honey.
I shot holes in the butterfly
wings and cried.
I made love to the mirror
as I watched myself burn.
her consistency with no
thought is a shark mouth
approaching a hook.
it isn't the evil in a
woman's heartless and
soulless body but the extras
that fuel the evil itself.
the vanilla candle has no flame.
the house is heavy in
madness, a madness with
a love so dark, it's story
has no end.
magic persists without us,
no matter the effort to stop it.
hatred will fade,
the drunkenness of revenge
will sober and the free
parking on the Monopoly board
will cost you your integrity.
get slammed into a table
but fear the corner when you
fall.
you stole a month of my
insanity and made me sane.
as your monkeys eat your
fleas, as the bees drown,
as the pigs find another
route, as the story closes,
the unexpected gift forms.
it's time to pull the stinger
and watch you die.
all in good time,
all in my broken clock's
good time.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-10-2016
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2016
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