There is  a bear named after a swan...
He spends his days making bees into pawns.
For his convoluted schemes
to achieve golden, gooey dreams,
he plans quite meticulously.
With his head furrowed between his paws
and a shirt too small for the cause.
Using dirt as a camouflage
he dons a balloon.
Gently floating up a tree to commune
with his best friends/worst enemies
innocently.
The Bee!
There is no need to harm them
for they make what he loves most
**HONEY!

Four white walls adorned with posters.
Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd and an odd cluster
of animals and dinosaurs.
and a strange man relaxing his pores.

I could learn something from this

The wall space around Van Gogh
is lined with empty cigarette boxes.
A constant reminder of life shortening though
they encircle the skull like rabid foxes.

I've lost count of how many I've smoked

The carpet is littered with stains.
A reminder of past strains.
Even industrial shampoo
will not fade the marks scarred into.

I've been here too long

The drawers are a symbol of a cluttered mind.
Nothing is organized. but anything is an easy find.
Random thoughts make the air stale.
Only freshened by the 3pm arrival.

Its just junk and coupons

Its difficult to balance all these things out
without a feminine touch to soothe.
A soft laughter to rile the doubts.
Another pair to line with my shoes.

*I'll be with you one day Caroline

Repetition of
definition
dilutes conviction
in my mission.