killer bee

perched atop the highest warehouse in town,
i pass judgements on all the insecticide dealers.
killing innocent insects with their chemicals
and making money from it too.
i wish i could sting the fuck out of them all.
but be home in time for meatloaf and mashed potatoes on tv trays with the family.
safely behind the locked front door of our ranch house in the cul de sac
listening only to the sounds of lawnmowers and paid mortgages.
whistling softly to the tunes of afternoon infomercials.
no more hiding behind bathroom doors or honeycomb.
i could come home and say "honey, all in a days revenge."
she could tuck little buzzy into bed and i wouldn't be afraid anymore.
my wife, my son, and my dead dead dead dead dad.