Calm And Cool As The Grass On The Lawn Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is the hormone
that is making us crazy

at its peak of
secretion
the boundary between
beauty and ugliness
is not marked

as a butterfly
you sip the nectar
of a poisonous
flower

that bee just stung
a cemented wall
and that fish swam
into the air
wishing to take a
bite of the moon

the pheromones are
doing it well
how the ants work
without tiring
how they serve the
queen
without thinking
how the catterpillars
move around in
circles
their tails to
their another tail

remain sane
let that hormone out
sleep a while
and wake up
calm and cool
as the grass on
the lawn