Letter Fog Turtox Wombakinnon

nobody ever said it was easy
turning years to wine
cruising up the line
with tapping toes and a flame tail

no one ever said it was make art
to sleeth between the pillars
travel out like a hit beam
tree leaper stuck in the middle with me

someone told me it was better
to stack the papers
in a dark and empty house
sunny sunshine cleaning all my shadows out
i told them

bees! in consequence
bees! in troubadors
bees! who get killed before they reach Tom’s bay

that’s what I thought u meant
this freak this little set
no one goes near cause
it gibbers and shakes

like bees.