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A poet/musician, who sings in his dark-wave band 'Tail From the Crypt': https://tailfromthecrypt.bandcamp.com
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Bunny in Romance & Erotica
• 25 reads

Copperhead

The strike of the serpent's bite...

Enveloped in it's shocking strike one tends to freeze and shudder...

Melting to this moment like the butter on some grill...

She sees symbiotic...

It is night time, we are necking...

Naked on the outskirts...

Flirting on a hill at night...

She's disposed of shirt and bra...

I flow up and down her hill...

Up, and down, and on the level...

Over hills, and dales entwined,

We will fuck into that night...

Digger bee, and wasp homes we make

With all our elemental thrusting!...

Brought to a screaming climax, sealed eagerness on wings...

Want to fall into you like some duel eternal faint...

Watch the gate as it bangs shut on you and me...

You stare down, you see your man...

A copperhead slides out from betwixt

Shuddering legs...

The dudes been bit from sitting down too fast!...

After effective fuck that causes quivering in loins,

You see him die there from a snake bite...

Brings it all into perspective, right?...

The cold winds howl down so strong...

She's now wondering where he went wrong...

3/29/23

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Bunny in Dreams
• 14 reads

Nature of the Beast

Feeling smaller every instant

Like the head upon a pin...

So tonight, I'll travel distances

In this sort of shape I'm in...

How can a person sleep,

When the heart radiates pain?...

I tried my dear to wake you...

You were somewhere so remote...

Like an island in Tahiti...

Had this lump inside my throat...

You tell me that you've felt blue

For quite awhile it seems...

But there's nothing I can say or do...

It's not the life we lead...

Because we're living in a fantasy...

You love our family dream...

Is there something I'm not giving you?...

I feel naked 'neath the waist...

So I'm going for a walk to find

That balmy demon I must face...

Feeling broken...

Wandering around

Inside my vault of strain...

Ah, the night she calls me, like a balm...

...But what I want is upstairs laying

Wrapped in sheets beside our child...

Like a wolf my heart cries out...

I just want to tear her clothes off...

Taste her skin, and make her shout...

Is that really what she wants, I wonder?...

I could also go for tea...

Talk it out all through the night

Until we have expressed our depths...

I'll just go out, have a smoke...

Wander 'round until I catch the scent

Of my lost essence

In the folds

Of the endless starry night...

Find the nature of the beast...

Then perhaps when I've returned from thinking...

I will know how to proceed...

2/28/23

Bunny Villaire

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Pain
write something that expresses emotions like (pain, sadness, anxiety, scarred, Happy, nevous.)
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Bunny in Stream of Consciousness
• 13 reads

Kamikaze Body

Kzzzzwwwwsssshhhh!!!....

Got my kamikaze body

Out of bed, and down the street!...

All my taut pistons are firing,

Acting not at all discreet,

But that's how the cookie crumbles

When the world is on your back!...

Got my kamikaze body striking

Through the artifacts...

Desperately I'm seeking meaning,

While invoking Ragnarok...

While the cars cruise down the highway,

I am crashing down the block,

Battering my wasted aircraft

On the fringes of good taste...

I cannot equate my staunch surroundings,

So with little grace

I continue to go on my way like a plane

That has been hit...

Regarding very little but the aching

In my pit...

Got my kamikaze body

Out of bed, and down the street!...

All my taut pistons are firing,

Acting not at all discreet,

But that's how the cookie crumbles

When the world is on your back!...

Spy another human aircraft pass me,

So I'm turning in my tracks...

Have to play out the objective

That is written in my cells...

Set my sights on my new victim,

And go hurling down the well

Praying that the folky wisdom

Of a thousand ample virgins

Is not just an empty adage

In this age of smoke and mirrors...

I was busting at the seams,

Until I'm blown right from the sky!...

Made example by some hero

Who's more masterly and sly...

Got my kamikaze body

Out of bed, and down the street!...

All my taut pistons are firing,

Acting not at all discreet...

3/28/23

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Bunny in Stream of Consciousness
• 31 reads

Night Nuisance

Night nuisance...

Turning on...

Turning off...

Turning in...

If I aim to be bothered

It surely will come,

Though not as I schemed it...

No, the first shot is flung

From the place where protection

Is thrown to the wind...

Like a dim bird whose senses slough

I've been caught fluttering wild

Around the ol' haunts

That I perused as a child...

Well the Hell of it all was that I

Dropped my guard...

Poor ol' heart couldn't help it...

So emotionally wrecked like a boat

When I hear that faint straining

Of the Siren's soft song

That is meant to encompass flesh,

To employ,

And then dash

Into thousands of pieces

On the jutting rock path

That crops up around beaches...

Feel their street strong anesthesia

Wear off as I come to gasp

The true breath of sobriety...

The awareness of the ill advised...

Such a perplexing state!...

This night nuisance

Has me on my knees

Hunting 'round for my fate...

3/27/23

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Bunny in Philosophy
• 11 reads

A New Found Frame

From out of the sheets of rain emerges

A new found frame of mind...

Where once a burgeoning hate had slipped

Beneath the loose folds of flesh behind the neck...

Now all the barnacles have been scrapped from the Bilge, and the

Sun can shine down

Through the windowpanes, and every reflective

Surface that hastens to be found is afforded this light...

Ah, is not this frame of mind so precious?...

It glitters like the diamond in the rough...

The blindness turns into a myriad of flashes,

And then the images come swimming in in droves...

Because awareness has now risen

Like the phlegm from buried depths

That is launched out of the lungs, and clears

A pathway for what's next...

The man in the raincoat and fedora is unbuttoning his coat, and

Glancing round...

He sees a way out in the clearing,

And he is thinking more profoundly...

From out of the sheets of rain emerges

A new found frame of mind...

3/22/23

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Yell At Someone You Need To
There's probably you love who's not too bright, or makes stupid choices. Maybe just a random person who made you mad. Feel free to yell at them now, poem or prose.
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Bunny
• 15 reads

The Gentry

Gentrification...

It's a sick, sad situation...

Playing the game of real estate,

And cutting out the human aspect

With a scythe...

It's the reason I left Grand Rapids...

I needed a new lease on life,

And I was tired of witnessing

All of the authentic local businesses,

And real people get cut down

For an exchange in capital...

It's not practical...

Gentrification...

It's killed the artist life in so many configurations...

It's not regulated, because it's not considered a thing,

And it's hard to see with all of life's distractions...

But it's there...waiting to strike...

Like a saw scaled viper in the night!...

I saw it happening on Wealthy Street...

The resident African American and Mexican, white poor artists all

Were cleaved

For a new upper class aesthetic

That the real estate agents were going for...

What a fucking bore it all is when

Money is the deciding factor over life...

Gentrification...

It's a sick, sad situation...

Playing the game of real estate,

And cutting out the human aspect

With a scythe...

I saw it happen on Division street

Where the upscale pseudo New York lofts

Moved in that only the rich college kids

Could afford...

But they had a sliding fee scale!...

Let's give the motherfuckers an applause!

They favored the trickle down theory economics

And the human side was forever lost...

That shit could only be understood by the

Highly privileged and the conspirator from the inside

Who choose the right proportion of ethnicity

From a racially biased list...

The lifeblood and the grit was squeezed and many

Neighbors were given the heave ho!...

Not a pleasant way to manage life...

A Falsetto of a human gesture

Disguised as progress and renewal...

And slipped up the patients' arm

Like an I.V. for a dying breed

That will soon be sent to pasture...

The new blossoming artist is introduced

To life through this imploding factor...

It is disgusting, and I pray that something changes...

Where the arts are once again championed,

And we're all not stuck living in our nostalgic cushions...

While the real estate men take a gluttonous bite

Out of the world and won't look back...

I see New York's Big Apple in the trash...

The remaining real human beings will be toppled...

As the rampant Privateers ride on!...

3/22/23

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Metaphor poem
Make a poem about a metaphor, any metaphor, without saying the metaphor.
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Bunny in Poetry & Free Verse
• 36 reads

It Waits...

It waits in Autumn...

It waits on Summer nights...

It waits on creaking heels

For you to find it, like a beacon...

Tonight the feelings right, so you run to it, take flight from the prison of your mind...

Your fingers slip inside, and grip...

What seems so happenstance has passed beyond it's simple shape...

A place where lovers meet, and take

Their time to gaze betwixt

Two worlds...

With hands aware of where the line was,

I leaned over the edge

And kissed her lips

For seconds turned to minutes turned to hours turned to eons...

This piece of steel, so infinitely cold,

Though because of how it's used it causes something fresh to blossom...

You can meditate upon it's hanging latch that lingers,

Undecided if tonight you life it, or just stand outside it's mystic realm, and dream...

3/19/23

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Bunny in Romance & Erotica
• 14 reads

Midnight Passion

What was not there,

Gave up the ghost,

Caused most to criticize...

We soldiered on,

Spared no expense,

Paved way to our surprise...

Midnight passion!...

Make worlds out of

Thin wisps of smoke

That move and change...

Midnight passion!...

Make worlds out of

Thin wisps of smoke

Tonight!...

Her eyes contained an

Unknown truth,

Like salve upon my wounds...

My heart went click,

She did the trick when

She'd waltz in my room...

Midnight passion!...

Make worlds out of

Thin wisps of smoke

That move and change...

Midnight passion!...

Make worlds out of

Thin wisps of smoke

Tonight!...

My arms changed shape,

Her legs wrapped tight...

Dark shadows danced around!...

Physical mesh of day

And night...white feathers

Making sound...

Midnight passion!...

Make worlds out of

Thin wisps of smoke

That move and change...

Midnight passion!...

Make worlds out of

Thin wisps of smoke

Tonight...

3/19/23

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Bunny in Stream of Consciousness
• 15 reads

Lake of Love

You were drinking from the lake of love...

You had cleaned away all sediment,

And now you traipsed along the rivers edge,

Banking down upon this riverbed...

The night came on, and you were calm...

The river turned a lilac blue...

A sheaf of flowers filled her mouth...

You saw yourself reflected through...

...Though in a way far more divine

Filtered right through the river's glow...

You knelt and drank her mystic brine

And were immersed within her show...

An owl hooted down through trees...

Off in the distance, meandering

A waterfall could be perceived...

You dipped a toe, and then dived in...

You were drinking from the lake of love...

You had cleaned away all sediment,

And now you traipsed along the rivers edge,

Banking down upon this riverbed...

You felt the climate 'round your skin

Conform to your submerged desires...

You let the river guide you forth,

Riding her stream, you were propelled...

You followed through the channels of

This magic river for sometime...

Until by the rush of her alluvial

You were deposited in kind...

You swam enclosed in her new wreath,

So private in the rivers mouth...

The night winds blew the leaves and seeds...

Hovering close, a fawn's white snout...

You were drinking from the lake of love...

You had cleaned away all sediment,

And now you traipsed along the rivers edge,

Banking down upon this riverbed...

You are amended by the river's taste...

Now you leave her for a trail through trees...

You look back and see a new effect...

She's sprung a violet fuchsia stream...

3/17/23

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Bunny
• 12 reads

THE BROKEN MAN

The broken man comes long...

Comes hard...

He wanders through your

Own backyard...

He carries with him a strong

Scent...

His clothes have stains...

He pushes carts,

Or pulls a box of things he's found

Over the rough concrete

Of life...

You've seen him standing, stranded like a piece of bulky waste

That has become affixed within the branches of

Of an Elm...

An instant thought inside your head demands that

He erase...

There's something too chaotic to him; an ugliness that's marred

You're typical descent into another weekday

Plan...

You want to just roll into work, and hide beneath the

Guise

Of who you are, and what you're paid to hustle to

The mass...

The guillotine of day to day....The Book of Life...

The Guide...

Though out there on the balance beam

He flaps and guides his arms

Just like a fighter plane,

Or the great crane that swoops and dives...

Right on the edge of traffic...

He's got no ounce of shame to give...

You live inside your Avatar; his eyes are hot

And moist...

Is either life the better life?...

It all comes down to choice...

And what you see, and what you fear

From the overgrown arena...

A lawn that needs a shave shouts back!....

The psyche follows its own tract...

You stand upon a soapbox frame,

And spit your seeds down through dark drain...

...Now don't assume there's only one face

To the broken man...

Don't tell yourself,

"That poor sad sap...

He's damned, he's damned, he's damned!..."

And then exclude yourself from blame,

Viewing the world inside a frame...

Within a snow globe

You can wind

While through the ducts

Of your design

Sinatra's piped in day and night...

Look in the mirror, and gaze with fright

Upon the curves and dips of age..

Gaze at that scar!...

Let fingers trace

The slipshod whiskers

That missed your blade...

Now with the microscope of truth

Dive deep

Within each lake you call your eyes...

You are the broken man, you fool!...

Come out and shine!...

Surprise!...Surprise!...

The broken man comes long...

Comes hard...

He wanders through your

Own backyard...

3/16/23

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