Haiku

Yellowjacket

Just a moment's sting.
Days of itching and swelling.
He paid with his life.
 
Breaded, grilled, or fried.
"Wiped clean by the wrath of cod."
Craving seafood, now.
 
There's a type of foulness
that searches for purity
just to defile it.

Power and money,
though they may seem like the ends,
are just an excuse.
 
ahh, sweet innocence...
how I long to corrupt thee
with the bloody truth
 
Truth hurts, but cleanses.
Illusions get in the way.
Ignorance? Not bliss.
 
beneath the two suns
I gather thoughts like moisture
while dreaming of stars
 
Some Darkling beetles
Catch dew drops on their raised end
Arse-water drinkers

Am I lowering the tone?
 
Regal splendor flies.
Oblivious golden grace.
King? Queen? No. Monarch.
 
Majesty above,
While down on the grass, wings flat,
The meek moth watches.
 
A branch cracks loudly.
Rustlings all cease, clenched and tense.
Nocturnal backyard.
 
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