My charger is the tune
Of the bumblebees of June –
They slider into me like serpents,
Distance me from the fragments
Of my wild imagination!
My head\'s buzzing with ideas,
Although this poorly created coat –
Which embraces my smoke –
Is tired. I fired
My gun more than enough times
To realize the value
Of the revealed subconscious
Can be powerful – sometimes.
My mind\'s pursuing a wicked game –
Even though I can\'t blame Brain.
It puts out the fire with rain,
Just to ignite it over again.