wrestling with inner plagues, cellphones and astrophysics

Who are the honey bears
the beeless foes of trees
and those sick hairy slobs
that rob me of my reason

Those who the locusts love
and shove with wreckless
heckles of beating wings
and crackling shells before
the rainy season

Who are the yellow stars
the fearless cowards born
beardless, mellowed by
such sparkled thorns while I

Survey the endless void
of whenless night and day
annoyed that rite of circles
round -- dust and dust
light and trust unspoken.

Come back! Come back!
Ye Honey Be(e)! and drink
the think of rum and sunny
back tween me and thee.