Wasp Nest

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the man stood in the
center of the room
it was rearranged
now

transformed by hours
and illness
the walls and carpet
darker than before

the hum of deranged
chemistry plotted
beneath
fresh paint and
vacuumed floors

when he walked the halls
doors slammed
and latched
with an aggressive
disinterest

he felt their eyes
brown and blue
and vigorous
heavy with wet
menace

he twisted brass knobs
and banged on fake wood
peeked under frames

it’s me, he thought
remember
me?

those
endless conversations
and sweet laughter
dissections
of music and books
life retold

and
that time
I stumbled
into
your sun

the man crawled outside
smoked a cigarette
got up and paced
and paced
feet and concrete
and nothingness
the sky swallowed his
mind

her silhouette taunts
on glass doors
curves that sing
and
radiance that heals
and
that stylish bob

oh yes

a reflection
of
lost blood
and hysteria

do not fall
do not reveal
do not trust

she filled
his heart with silence
a cocktail
of
farewell

drink
until you see fire
old friend

drink
until your veins
swell with me
old friend

drink me today and
tomorrow and
forever
old friend

the man smiled at
temptation, raised
her voiceless
treason
to
his mouth

and drank and drank
until he saw
at last
the black dawn
of
never again

I “borrowed” the title from this song, a tune that has 2 different roles in this poem. Plus, I feel it’s important to give credit to the artist I borrowed from.

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