NINE TO FIVE IN A DESERTED BEE HIVE
Lobotomy at the bottom of boredom,
strangle-/holding obese anorexics
with their tendrils tied to lost shipping lanes.
Hoarders of half-empty elephants on dull dames,
iced up with ignorance, blowing out insults
by the picturesque post card of tan grime.
I’m executed by the trucker’s bride,
left to balance the bar with one eye on the
time. The safaris are liberated zoos.
Lewis Dalton