I want to be understood

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I want to be understood,

like every fool.

Like the wind.

Like the honeybee.

I'm dumb as a meteorologist,

or apiologist, 

not content 

to act the vane, 

or spin with 

the momentum of the planet.

Or to get buzzed 

by the petal to petal,

pollen dance 

tickling my nostrils,

hachoooo!

I want to be understood;

translate it all

into a gibberish of symbols,

a code to breach

the defences of another mind 

like an exploding drone.

Why can’t I just

sit back and jaw-drop

ooh! and ahh!

under the canvas Big Top

along with the other yokels;

watch the lion that doesn’t decapitate 

his trainer, and

the trapeze-idiots doing flips,

catcher swinging 

like a clock

open arms

waiting and

waiting and

waiting

and

to be saved.