To the Candy Princess

To the Candy Princess

From This Field
From this poppy field
I confess
I’m comfortable
From here I contemplate
Listening to echo’s
With my minds memory playing out
The Symphonie Fantastique
Re-remembering the dance I danced
At La BAL
From this field
I can see and hear them
Busy busy bees
Busy body bees
Buzzing around your flower
And some of them old pricks
Peckers ready to penetrate and pollinate
And even the wasps and horny hornets seem to smell your candy
Annoying, persistent buggers
Wanting to suck
Your sugary sweet secretions in the sun
Always at the ready with their sting-hers’
From here I can see
It’s best not to get too close
Pick no flowers
Roll in the weed
And stare at the stars in silence