Jonathan

16

Warm Yellow Lasers tear into me
Flowers throw pollen in protest
Yellow Jackets, and Bloodsuckers line up
Stick-mes drawn
Wait until you see the pale of his skin!
And they fire
I tear away through sun-baked soil
Ducking my way into a concrete ravine
Into toddlers' trails
I spill my guts on the lake-shore
I should've stayed home today