Honeycomb

Honeycomb is a new work of mine that is essentially two "stanza sonnets".
This is what I originally wanted to title my blog,
but of course, it was taken (Probably because honeycomb is a beautiful word).

Honeycomb

Honeycomb, come

Brush my kinships.

Untangle and

Sing my worry-

Wart glad, too.

Don’t sink yet.

I’ll clean you and

Tuck you in

The tapering

Tarmac.

No trains will

Pass over

The ocean

Tonight.

Honeycomb, oh

Please thank

You The ocean

But be nice.

Those jam jars

Tried calling

Your rick

Rack last

Night. Please

Welcome your

Don’t slouch

I’m sorry ok?

No trains will

Pass over tonight.