Your Fuzzy Social Hive

we all talk in metaphors while the moment eludes our minds, sugar-coated tastes distill my mouth

the best poets burn feelings for words, evoke a smile off dark red lips

a million colors cohere into your face, bruises swell and purple from your breath

lingering seconds burn down our wicks, knock us down by our senses

limp and warm

your fuzzy social hive

buzzing swarm

that you fight to keep alive

desolute and despondent, sitting at a table, table for one in the corner of the mind

waiting on an unwhetted appetite in the rain, long time come these desert floods

flashing by like electric flicker, flicker, flickering, brown out in the old apartment

next door, next life, tv blares, ironing board, insulting with a journalistic smile