Taste Of Honey After A Sting Ofa Hundred Bees. Poem by RIC BASTASA

do not offer
me fame
i know what
politics is
even with
poetry

there is no
thirst in my throat
there is no hunger
in my tummy

my thoughts are
flying away like birds
migrating
to a land where there
is no winter

i am twisted
and so my eyes look the
other way around

my hands are working
on a molten candle
my eyes are popping out
for more

view of the world
inside the hole of
a bamboo
taste of honey
after a sting of
a hundred bees.