transponder

when the lights go on
a little too quickly
a thin glass bottle breaks
emitting the carefully preserved
pointless but precious
heretofore called "contents"
of a regime careful of the fragile
soulful for the satin ribbon
cavalier with the plastics
contemptuous, but merciful
of the fleeting
and the endless
if only art was drawn
in quick minutes
as wax impression
shaped and reshaped with light

gridlock

but no one understands
the anger of the bees
their geometric maze
and constant drone
of unmatched industry
brushed away
by seasons of harvest
and human whims
the grand plan
heavy on their featherwings
no one explains to them
the principles of pain
when the water is rust
only to be stared at
the incredibly sweet taste
cannot be comprehended