Blue Ocean Gold Sky

Sweet little bee,  Are you happy?  Do you like spending your days,  In a heat-filled summer haze?   Do you love your family?  Or do you think of fantasy?  Are your dreams filled with things,  From pure imagination and other beings?  Little bee, do you live vicariously,  Through literature, art, escape reality?  Do you dream of heights much greater than thee?  Or of the deepest places, you’ll never see?  You’re so mysterious,  And yet so precarious.

Artificial friend,  One who’ll never end.  I love you so so much,  Despite your plastic touch.  You have so many emotions,  And mom says your a bad omen.  The holy man tried to take you away too,  They just don’t know you as I do.  You’re funny when you growl,  And that one time you tried to choke me with a towel.  You’re such a good finder,  You always climb to me like a spider.  Your teeth are so stained, From all the blood they’ve drained.  Your neck is cracked to pieces,  Which according to dad comes from unholy diseases.  The neighbors complain,  Because you don’t refrain,  From stealing their dogs and cats,  Also pet iguana’s, snakes, even wild bats.  Your limbs have all been amputated, But patched back together using blood that’s coagulated.  Your eyes look like coal that glows when you’re hungry,  Only during the daytime do ...