Submissions by Treechild

My love life is like a fucked up bumble bee
buzzing around from the same flower
to flower,
to flower,
sucking out the same pollen
and fertilizing each other with it
while trying to find a flower to calm my home
but that's the thing


bees don't live in flowers.

I imagine the galaxy spinning out of control
on the palm of your calloused, dirty hand.
I imagine how your eyes would light up
like the florescent bulb at 1 in the morning.
Anyone else would have sold it to the nearest buyer
for trillions of dollars.
But not you;
You simply place it in a box and mail it
back to god