vomiting rhymes mixed with metaphor
Emotional Beeswax
when emotions fly and stingand become moving things,
the heart of strings sings
and cries and dies--
just a little
until the buzz of a drone
calls the queen home to do
as she must--create the honey
and the lust
for which she is made and makes--
and takes
a little more tears
as the years swirl into a cone
dripping until she's alone
and gone
covered in golden glaze
while stuck in the muck of a hazy,
crazy maze
of excrement
dement//ia
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2009-01-25 at 06:08
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