BEE CAVE SUNRISE POEM by Jeff Callaway

BEE CAVE SUNRISE POEM
by Jeff Callaway


we are all alone here

we do not know this place

we are lost

we are mad children

not knowing

the meaning of words

unlearned to us

but not free form

flowing forms of madness

words

unfurled and still

unknown to both of us

but real

and still more truer still

than ill

or even a breath

or even just a kind word

to you

none the less

I'm something special

you can take home with you

undressed

I'm naked, shaved

I'm all clean

I'm like a new baby

out in the light

my shiny iridescent dream

like belief

for someone who

could not conceive

of belief

or dream to ever be

someone's queen bee

or king of this

brave new world

and with words wield this love sword

like a welder all woven

in green shades

of plenty pockets please

this please this

desirous need

for uncertainty

like steel dim obedience

and blinding light

and how light can play

out this scheme

and what it all means

and what it all means

and how all of this

all of this words

and nothingness

and birds

can only lead to

sex

and flying

or staring at everything

with a pen in your hand

at sunrise