Be Bees

A boy and his gun
play acting at gangsta
but in the old miller's gorge
he's just a joker
seeking profit and love.

Notes fly past all the eons
and powers scramble
to harass and harden
the face of the piper pure
and waves of decisions
decieving his visions
commanding his chains be loosed
he walks at the voices
on planks feeling joyous
jumping to waters with life enfused.

But as the trigger is pulled
blanks fly forward
not even moving air
minding baroque written stars
he packs up and hides 'till the coast is clear.