Filed under: Personal
007
007: Licensed to Pt Chev
Able to kneel on request
Takes a turn for the worse Northwest
North being direct
If being five
Returning
With ice creams melting
Mum’s change
With runaway dogs gone roaming
Is accurate a compass
Somebody’s backyard
Thrown head first onto the street
Sundressed formica table
Left out for rain to wear
Plant pot arrangement
Corrugated iron accent fence
Kitsch of brick monument
That’s when I saw the apiarist
Modern day Edmund Hillary
Climbing
Out of a Toyota Starlet
Blue Circa 1990s
This isn’t
B e e k e e p e r P a w el K o w a l c z y k i n U p p e r S i l e s i a n E t h n o g r a p h i c P a r k
This is
Parked on the side of the road
Veiled against the threat of
Angry bloody insects in frantic orbit
Brush flailing
Trying to
Knock the buggers off
I walk past
She climbs back behind the wheel
Drives off
Hive half boxed in the back seat
Half swarming into the city towards me
So I keep walking
Cops wailing past the both of us
Helmet blind bee struck motorist
Pedestrian half-drunk on cough mix
Thinking
The state of our suburbs
The architecture’s shit
