honey bee — [I] (vi)

it was an unsurprising twist
the lemon cap

except there was no lemon
let alone a cap

it was paper
thick sugar paper

in a twirl
of passive colours

pastel
not passive

no passive
a twirl

aggressive
in it’s passivity

like anger
kept inside
until one day
the sherbet

sherbet?
ok

the sherbet
explodes

like a small
shake
of the talcum powder
bottle

do they still make
talcum powder

i’ve not seen it
in decades

which would require
i suppose
an unsurprising twist
for me

but a bit of a shock
to someone
in their twenties

should they know
to twist
the talcum powder tube
and shake

which wouldn’t smell
at all
of lemon

but of
mother’s
old carpet
after
it’s been
cleaned

or did she use
the wrong stuff

i always
wanted to mow a carpet
but i’m a guy
that’s a guy thing
or so my mother told me
when she said
don’t be silly
one doesn’t mow a carpet
one gets a old goat
and he
replaces it

and you give him
a twirl of lemon twist
candy
to eat

i don’t blame him
for the anger
and i’m not sure how to react
that he kept it
passive

i think
i’ve have walked
a long walk
to a decent pub
had a slow pint
or two
no more
then walked away
forever

and i’d have written
this poem

except of course
i didn’t

that’s why
i had to clean
the carpet

and used
talcum powder
in error

fortunately
the goat
dealt with
the lot

see
all
unsurprising

even the colours
are fake