Colony Collapse Disorder

The rain forest emerges
from night of thunder
dripping into morning
my colony suffers
collapse disorder.

A young virgin
in a strait jacket
of chemicals
graduates
from the bleachers
of Hackettstown High.

My alarm clock
blinks 1230 AM
as lightning rouses
me to a spiritual pilgrimage
in the pursuit of food
while all the time
the sky is telling me
to get my nails done.

My fingers smell
like burned flesh
as the sun chases
the storm away
and I emerge
a bedraggled fox
wondering
how my world
has changed.