smooth wasps on surfaces unhealed

Crying comes easy
if you step on a wasp
come from the bitter islands
of unhealed skin
when daring homeless bums
put you through their toxic scent
I promise you
I'll always piss a potion
for your sting.
Crying comes easy
if you step on my foot
I'll be a donkey cute
as I search for little ballerinas in my head
always in my head
and I keep rambling
about elegant phalaropes
and smart things to say
as I keep trying to figure out
these strange zen lyrics
jangle the circle of Pan
if you find fairies laying there
with Peruvian sweet flutes
of fallen Incas
I dare say wasps
have gotten to my nerves
as i lay there with them
unhealed.