A TASTE OF MANZANITA HONEY
(Raw--Unfiltered)
I know I'm in trouble
when I start to identify
with the ants that keep trying
to get into the honey jar.
I've found a few
who made it,
tiny black corpses,
floating in their golden heaven.
Sighing, I scoop them out,
wipe the jar,
put it on another shelf.
They won't find it for a while.
Maybe those dead ants
are the lucky ones.
I, too, sometimes feel
I would die for a taste
of something sweet,
and so I eat chocolate
or take a drink
or watch a show
or have a toke,
or take a drink
or watch a show
or have a toke,
and I wonder who keeps moving
the golden dreams.
