Beer and Bees

There is an angry man

with thick furrowed brows,

he spits his words out

as if he can't swallow them whole,

"there are bees ' he says

that lives under his flesh,

they beg him for release

but he shuts them up instead,

thumping his hand on table

it flashes an angry red,

he yells so loudly

I smell beer on his breath,

he smiles sometimes

that's when I like him the best ,

I wish he'd stop smoking

drowning in cigar stench,

I wanted to understand him

so I slapped my hand on the bench,

I think I felt it then,

bees buzzing in my fists clenched

He hit me once, I fell

it blossomed on my skin,

the red,

I just look at him and say

"Father, those bees got in my leg"