Brad Rose

Bee, Erratic

It’s not your sting I fear,
nor the frenzied crush
of your yellow thrashing,
but your faithless hoverings
nearer to me, than I am to myself
until, like the electricity of sudden shock,
you flit to some other unsuspecting Poppy,
whose pretty nectar you imagine
far sweeter than my unswerving, dulcet, devotion.

Kenneth Patchen’s PoemThe Man Who Was Shorter than Himself,” was written about Brad Rose.   Links to Brad’s published poetry and fiction can be found at: