Monthly Archive for July, 2005

looking into the eye

of the deceptive warmth

never before feeling the intensity

that is so inviting

the velvet fog is

enveloping and dangerous

the deceptive comfort

is like a noose-tied blanket

eventually falling into

the coffin of hurt

-me

On sitting one evening against a wooden fence, watching my friend skate a ditch
it came to my attention that
not five inches from my face was a yellow-jacket nest
they looked at me and I at them, with no need for alarm
as I have coexisted with them my whole life, and have never had them do any harm
it surprises me the fear most have of creatures capable of inflicting pain
when they, themselves, are usually to blame.

-me