Bees

Bees swarm around the light blossoms. An early morning buzz to soften reality. Coffee and awakenings. A glorious start to the end of the night.


Parking is a daytime chore. Wheels need tarmac when sunlight hits the asphalt. Night does not care. Darkness revels in hidden shadows. Spirits are free from human curse.


Birth to death. A fleeting up stance. Live and die. Give the world a break. 


Taste the pork and smell the weeds. Senses turn us but they deceive. A twisted eye to nose. Too much to take in.


Fonts and choice. Just write. Nobody will look over your shoulder. It’s up to you. Invisible gods spout advice. There is a voice in your head and there is a voice from beyond. A cheap gimmick. Sold for your hard earned money. 


Sell your friends or win new contacts? A new phone number to replace the old? True friends burn under the skin. New friends rip off the plasters. Blood seeps and skin crawls.


Smell the age. Sniff the past. Pretend the future will come. It is just around the corner. A better version. Everything is rosier in the future. This time next year…


From twenty to fifty. The bones struggle but the mind fights.


We are here. 


Switch off and connect. People are the best but media tells us how awful life is. 


Watch the bees. Watch the ants. Nature does not care. We are at fault.

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