The Man Is Special

The man is special.

And if he is destructive,

lurching from one glorious

disaster to the next,

he is very special, indeed,

and will be accorded

certain permissions.

The special man

will be allowed   

to deceive & to form

baroque honeycombs

of madness for his

lovers to dwell within.

The man is special,

but the women are not.

They are as annoying bees,

buzzing in realms of viscous,

amber lunacy

that the special 

man creates -

a truth,

an entire reality,

withheld

and then revealed,

but only vaguely;

a promise offered

to a desperate heart

rendered more desperate

by the shocking actions

of the special man -

these the bees 

must process

while the special man

pursues the roguish, tortured

aspect which affords him

his unique permissions.

Finally, the special man

will set fire to the hive

and witness the bees

fall earthward,

spiraling plumes of smoke 

like machine-gunned

World War I bi-planes.

If the bees awake,

stunned and woozy

after the fall,

and point to the special man,

he will assure us

that they are crazed,

whirring insects

seeking to silence him

and his important work.