the bee keeper

i tilt my beer back thirsty thoughts

flowing out of me sloshing

the liquid down my throat gurgles

quiet with impatience the cat

sleeps in the corner with 

as much dignity as leaning against 

a scratching posts slumbering grants

one

i wish i wish to be content as

her to not be filled with plaguing doubts

that rush with constant rattling throughout my

blood knock around my 

head i wish i wish

but ah to be a wisher is to have

the dreams that shove me over

break me into tiny pieces

or fly me whole as a kite

away into the dusty heavens

i do not know which until it comes 

let me wish for now --

un-garbled words

cheese melted in the middle of our sandwich

long desert nights that don’t dry my

insides clear into my marrow

tail tucked soft under, cat waits 

i know not for what but

i’m starting to think that you 

had the right idea, you know,

when you said you were going to be a bee

keeper and i laughed at you? i’m sorry

i laughed because i wish i could

be something that simple

but the ideas buzzing vicious around

my head would

cloud me dead and not so you

so please please for the sake of

the innocence still left—

be the best bee keeper you can be.