the window crack was filled with wasps
they multiplied by blinks
seeping out rapidly
slinging to our lives
******* to the honey of our fears
Or mine, surely they were mine to begin with

frogs are slimy creatures that rapidly shift from one puddle of crap to another.
they are everywhere, as i try to count them i myself turn into one
only I am not green
my frog color is **** like. its a puddle of beer brown and rotten avocado.
I, the frog, have a smell- a vacuum cleaner odor essence
muddy puddles where other frogs are seem to be occupied
and so i am left with the vicious wasps