Member Poem

In the year of honey

All the girls took sugar names

And the boys smiles shone didactic

In the year of honey

We steeped the rivers with our soft pink skins

While joking that

The revolution would probably be tweeted

In the year of honey

Codes were deciphered by blue light

And we never grew tired

It didn’t matter the distace

Or how often we were seen

The message remained clear

Undiluted by the crimson burden of doubt

In the year of honey

The candy of temptation was found

Not on the dance floor

But in leaden conversation

We’d babble into twilight

And forget the meaning of the clock’s twitching moustache

In the year of honey

We lost all we’d known

We suckled upon the breast of poison cones

And pissed away our youth

The hollow caves that wreathed our eyes

Were tablets inscribed with the sacred commandments

Never fall in love

Only trust what you can touch

And

Laughter doesn’t cure everything

In the year of honey

We washed ourselves with the rendered fat

Of siblings who grew up never knowing our faces

Then unplugged our baths and watched

The maelstrom of uncertainty

Dervish itself into ecstasy

In the year of honey

We numbed our mouths with sour keys

Relishing the pain of just one more

We danced with the whores of truth until dawn broke

And our naked wonder shivered at the temple of the porcelain god

In the year of honey

We drank every drop of our Jonestown kool-aid

Then graciously asked for seconds

We kissed the purple lips of children unsoiled by condition

And reassured them they would never have to question again

In the year of honey

I forgot who I was 

But that was fine

Because your name was so sweet upon my tongue

And you knew exactly what my smile meant