DRUNKEN BEES I WATCH A LARGE BEESUCK A THISTL BLOSSEM FULL OF OPIUM POLLENUNABLE TO MOVEDRUNK DROWSY AND HEAVY I WISH I COULD VE THIS HAPPYShare this: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By timmyconway poet View all of timmyconway's posts.
