WAX

The museum of my life

in the hell of my life

what my life became

& what your's has become.

The wax of the past is falling

& raining down onto our bodies

out in dark & the moonlighted

art world in your eyes.

The drip drip droppings of

the rainbow variety are streaming

& steaming & burning our blistered

& oh so tormented skins.

And the plaster effect has us oh so erect

& the heat that collects there

has nothing to do with them

or their bee's wax.