Bee Taboo

My think tank is a lot like Johnny’s soul shake down.

All of us just wide gold eyes and bobbing mouth and oh-ing lips and face
But minds we are. so all are we. in this tank to think.

Thomas Alva, Mr. E, then there’s Albert, Mr. E, who was Amelia’s Mr. E?

All of us a glowing orb marred by murky depths
Of purple oozing bloody snot and muddy murky glurp.

We’d rather slurp and feed on filth than drink the light’s first light.

We’d rather gorge and purge on slop than lie in white silk sheets.

With Ivies growing vines on walls and golden sunlight down the halls
Tomatoes bowling on the pot Bob Marley sunlight down the halls
Ben Harper has Be’n-jam’in’ in the nursery down the hall with Asher,
Ivory and Big Dee bobbing Afros waving arms
Me and Daddy swing on vines and eat wild fruit and paint wild lies
Blowing bubbles all are we. we dance we laugh on tidal waves.

All of us just wide gold eyes and bobbing mouth and oh-ing lips and face
But minds we are. so all are we. in this tank to think.