Very Bad Archive
wasps
dustin burden
A row of apple trees out front of my mama's house
a madded bed of apple corpses.
The brim of the earth
A red tinted sticky moss
the blast center of some airborne weapon.
the wasps are drunk on rancid nectar.
The smell of wine rising.
In tiny catacombs they're drunk
coming out to sting fearlessly
that boyish hand which grabs too late
now I know
dustin burden has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of dustin's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of dustin's latest works: