Bee-Free Tea

When you sip
a cup of tea
you don’t expect
to find a bee

flound’ring down there
in the dregs
buzzing its wings
waving its legs.

Nor when you gulp
that final drop
do you expect him
on your tongue to flop

not in the north
nor yet the south
and especially
not in the mouth.

and so my dears
please note this thing
let bee pass lips
get nasty sting

which is not good
I have heard tell
because the gob
will tend to swell.

Words you usually
convey with ease
will come out
a bit like something-ese.

This is a thing
you do not need
when trying to read

aloud in school
before a crowd
who’ll nudge and point
and laugh out loud

and look aghast
and shout with glee
“What an unwise thing
to guzzle a bee!”

So finally
my offspring wee
this advice
I impart for free.

A tip for you
from mum and me
always check
your tea for bee.


A Thwarted God

I thought we had an accord
You and I.

Through my cleverness
My uniqueness
My genius
I fed you.

In return
Were the chariot
That would bear me to glory.

So why now
Are my carefully composed orders
So much gust-blown litter to you
Alighting and mingling with the trash
The decomposition
The static
And the chatter?

A wrong turn?
A change in the weather?
A short circuit?
A sclerotic artery?

Your indifference disappoints me
Like an unruly child
Betrays me
Like a capricious lover.

But my pride burns
At galactic temperatures
Is boundless like the universe.
My anger rages like a tempest
And my revenge on you
Will be swift and terrible.