honeybees

frog legs on a bed of hashish, smothered and covered please, for her the barbeque Barbie with roasted Ramona, bananas without the potassium, no mushrooms for her please because she has that dream with the giant mushroom and the plentiful TEETH, flashing and fake as we laughed running FAST through the city our bouncing ponytails begging for attention...no thanks, the mice at the carnival told me where to find the cheese thanks, would right be right and wrong wrong if left was right and right east, muscle will be consumed as fuel when there's nothing to burn, but as long as we have the cheese...
i came to you with vast opportunities and gallons of sambuca, your tongue was so tired of gatorade and ash, all we need for the game is an hourglass goddammit, the hourglasses are all sold, the stores are all open but no one is shopping anymore, a ghost is born with every stroke of the brush and every fiber that takes on color and every time a honeybee dies of depression an unborn flower is aborted, gobstoppers don't last forever and if i was ever myself it wasn't without an hourglass, blood pounding in her ears reminded her that there are still icicles colder than blood, at least for a while...
the flowers are nice i guess and i'll see them tomorrow and the day after, with each time i leave and each time i come until the honeybees are crying so hard... they forget how to make love.