Bangkok

The drone of the drones' empty cries of despair
rapid shot, swirling, with cattle like glare
and you stare and you stare at the wagons and bees
and they smile as they sting you,
an alien's fees

Lights change

"So you think you've changed, do you?" the caterpillar asks Alice

honey congeals in a putrefied pot.
The hivebound smile in their certainty as regimented B's wade
deeper
through unsheltering, sweltering smog

Take it all in now

Exhale

Inhale

P e r s p i r e

Expire

Until the petrified lives again

Lights change!

A heartbreak away, commodity wakes,
Expiry date passed, a life on the brakes
The breakers will break you
In chains, though, you fight
Here nothing changes with change of the light.

No longer the dominant wasp

Drone, drone.