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Tom Holmes

Wasp

I need you to get out, just get out of my head.
Your whining ceaseless droning makes it hard to know what’s next
Your crunchy chitin body are the memories twitching fast,
A murky stamped down visage hides behind the insect mask.
The chainsaw cutting buzzing wings mean that I am prone
to receive a poison venom sting whenever
I’m alone
 
Thoughts clear.
The wasp settles
building paper honeycombs that
bring dwellings to the fear.
 
Fear of what?
The one becomes the two becomes
the swarm becomes the you
becomes the past becomes the now
becomes the whys and all the hows
 
And so?
I need to burn the honeycombs

(2015)

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