private hive
when you said
inside my head
is where you like to be
I wonder - since so silent,
if the lid I prized for you,
should never have gone pop.
Honey goes with lemon
but only when your ill.
perhaps my emptiness shocked?
thoughts
to be farmed or shopped
commodities
all lifted
nothing there
stolen
by alcohol and queen bees
lost my strength, stripped of hair
twisted
still got the barb in.
winston plowes
Mon 4th May 2009 15:43
Hi Loretta
Great stuff, concise... great combinations of images which fit together nicely
Win