Loneliness is never alone
For a second I find myself drifting away, my body being softly carried to the ceiling where I float and watch all of you mourn your games, your beautiful faces the same as the painted ones on t.v and I soak it all in.
I reach out as if to touch you, to make sure you’re really there but there’s a wall of glass and my hand leaves no smudge. So maybe you are and maybe you’re not, but whatever you are, I am apart.
The farther I float the more I try and reach, the more I try to shout and speak but my words don’t carry the weight to bring me back down and so you see them and laugh and mourn.
Soon I quiet down, allowing myself to float farther and farther away until the night sky mercifully swallows me up. I can still see you, so small from a distance and so apart.
Chained to the Poetry
A way to be indirectly direct
No one knows my identity unless I want them to
The voices in my head
that pound throughout the day
can finally be squashed as I transfer them
out of my head
and onto the screen.
The feeling
of something that was once a symbol of death
coming to life
and I become the vessel,
the essence of that life
which gratifies an empowering lust
that was unknown within my body and soul
until I became a slave to my own
words
Torn Heart
I will never get my heart back.
I gave it to you years ago
But you didn't handle it with care.
You'd shoot it with a shotgun and then put it back together with band-aids.
A temporary fix until you'd do it again.
You'd shoot me over and over again until there was nothing left to hurt.
You drained the life from my body,
Crushing my most vital organ.
You would sink your claws into it
And pull with all you might.
You'd relish the sound of my screams
As you killed me.
I don't feel anything anymore.
I used to feel with my heart
But now it's gone.
They say that some people will always have a place in your heart,
But not you.
You've taken my heart, ripped it to shreds,
Tossed it to the dogs,
Crushed it a million times over.
My heart,
It's broken.
I'll never get it back.
It'll never be mine again.
Residue of an Old World
(Edit #3)
Out comes a thing
That protrudes
In the night!...
...Head like the
Nose
On a clown,
As it slides...
...Is it a ship
Docking?...
...Is it a bow,
Slicing the violin
Through frigid
Air flow?...
...This is all
Puzzlement!...
...The night bird
Arrives
Only to study what
Slithers tonight.
Other live brutes
Shuffle out of
Their dens...
...Weasels, and
Bandicoots,
Still on the mend,
Now full of new inquiry
That drives them
Out...
...This wet, naked
Animal...
...What is it about?...
As exotic as anything...
...The alien child...
A deportee creature,
That was darkly exiled
Has landed somewheres
In a ball of hot flame...
...Now the wounded
Inhabitant...
He is all
That remains.
Cringes in fear,
As a fawn dips
Her head,
And licks his
Long arm where
Blue
Blood has
Been bled...
...He who knows
Naught...
Just a babe
In the woods...
His belly is
Growling...
...Those red berries
Look good,
And the pink thing
That zigzags
Through dirt
Could taste nice...
...It’s a crash course
With learning,
While the first shreds
Of light
Expose his plum skin to
A place that’s so new...
...With eyes
Wide as saucers,
He elongates
His view
By mounting
A hill
Gazing over a lake...
...It is all there
Before him!...
Wild beauty collects
In his heart, and
Insides
Like a thousand
Insects.
©
2019
Bunny Villaire
Moonchild from Luna
The lights went off,
And she...
...Swam up
In my room...
...She was a
Moonchild
From Luna!...
...Her signature perfume
Imbibed my nostrils,
Interlacing with
Her pleasure sector
Down below.
I yearned to be
Waved in
To taste
The fine
Treats of
Her alien race!...
...And when she
Winked,
And threw her gaze
Like a
Heavenly body
Disbands the haze,
And pulled me out
Of my deep sleep,
In gratitude
I raised her dress...
The black folds
Cradling her breasts...
...Hoisted her high
Against my wall!...
She is a treasure
That never falls
From grace in ones
Deepest regard...
Dancing around her
Bed of coals!...
The flames exuding
From her soul,
As then the heat went
To her cheeks, as I
Got high
On her for weeks!...
So many sunken
Ships arose,
The longer that
Our hearts disclosed
What had been buried
Deep inside...
...My love from Luna...
Divine Moonchild.
©
Bunny Villaire
2018
Who am I?
I am a being
I live and I breathe
I walk and I talk
but really,
I am a soul that is lost and afraid
I am dangling by a thread
On a needle that is broken.
I am a being
I eat and I sleep
I move and I prove
but really,
I am the darkness that devours
I am the heartbreak that hurts
On a lonely Friday night.