A dream of the order Hymenoptera :

Wasps -

 The dream

was about

 

Wasps

- not bees

No

proboscis in

my dream

 

(But

was it

mine ?)

 

It was

no hive 

of bees 

 

But

a comb 

of wasps

 

No buzz in

the short film 

of my dream

 

(or was 

it yours ?)

 

Only

a few insects

 

Soundless

out of 

the mattress

 

Flying in 

the bed-

room cell

 

Their body 

smooth 

at my feet 

 

With the sting 

concealed

The jaw compressed

barely smoothens the night

-mare

Now it's daylight & I would

say part

-ly yours

An echo-part of

your Angst

And now I am part of

it   as it

seems     Lying last

night unconscious or

secluded in daylight with

my eyes on the screens

 

The sting love the sting

is painful

 

My love filiform and un

-equal 

sometimes 

screams

centrifugal 

centripetal

 

restless in her sleep

Manducating 

her own teeth   

 

Ruth

-less to herself 

when she sleeps

 

I caress your hand

in defense and you

calm down a bit

 

You're not 

entirely

out of touch

 

Helpless I 

can reach

It says

           Nicht bewuss 

in cold fever 

 

It says

           Unbewusst  

uttering you out

of your senses

Sighs I receive    A process

a recess side by side

in the bed with the fre-

quency of your heart

that I deprived could almost 

perceive

Deprived I 

witness I

perceive

 

Idein  four

feelers two

kinds of

wasp social

or solitary

 

The one from

wood pulp 

constructing

paper nest use-

less to the one 

parasite

Rears its youngs as 

fongible items 

in idle cells

[Michael Moth, Dry Songs, Lullaby Press, Indiana.]