Friday, December 28, 2012

A Poem About Beekeeping

A poem from the book Submerged Structure.

The Beekeeper

"What freakout
Routine is this,
Buzzed the call girl
Flipping the lights
To discover me in
Full beekeper's gear.

"It's a number 7,
I droned, lifting
The veil of my helmut,
"With a Bavarian twist.

"Kinky," she squealed,
Cinching her abdomen
To the impossible 16 inch
Hourglass needed
For a Bavarian.

I cautiously laid
Out my tools
And set to work.


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