god is a bee without a chair, v0
I believe in birds
, not bees
, nor wasps
, nor hornets:
god is a bee
without a chair
each i fly i find him in thin air
his butterfly arms the waving about
, for he the must the never the still
while I
, across oceans fly that africa
, or take a knee in his spain
, or where have he be
I alight I nod I sleep I steal | pierce I split I preen | rape I thieve, and,
when it will, I believe.
Now let’s see where we be:
I am the bee-eater, unbuttoned god
i’m gunning for you unshod
, to crush against a tree.
(take it like a man)
nice