Honey Bee Sermon

[vagabond]

He’s brewing up some angel trumpet tea.
The alkaloids and water blur his sight,
And he expounds about the honey bee.

“They take their share but friends, we lick times three.
So, come you lustful Gods who burn too bright,
I’m brewing up some angel trumpet tea.”

Soon shadows dance around in waking dreams,
He stands atop a stump to give advice,
And he expounds about the honey bee.

“Let adders hiss their diatribes at me.
Let devil’s say you’re drinking manic light
he’s brewing up. Some angel trumpet tea

Will give us double eyes for prophecy.”
With cotton mouth he’s at his sermon’s height,
And he expounds. “About the honey bee,

Their flower licking lives are never free
From heart glued swords. So be with God tonight,
He’s brewing up some angel trumpet tea,
And he expounds about the honey bee.”

"Their flower licking lives are never free
From heart glued swords."

Hello Brownlie! I am aware that this sentence´s meaning is clear to almost anyone else but me. Still, would you explain ?

I know, I have no useful critic for you to offer, even if I really would want to say more than that I like this poem.


(Billy, you don´t have to count this reply to any list of critiques required)