Poem-A-Day: Day 202

1000 Little Ideas

1000 little men riding
1000 little bees

that are simultaneously
stinging and shoving

1000 little stingers, and
1000 little fingers

deep into my skin,
burning and scarring it.

1000 little wounds bleeding
1000 little tears

down  the curvature
of a slender body that is

1000 times removed from
1000 different places;

nowhere to really go,
but up into the clouds.

1000 little balloons inflated by
1000 little men

riding dangerously close
atop buzzing little steeds;

1000 little bees setting
1000 little ideas free

from the balloon shackles
that tether them to this world.