Quietly, I Bleed the Bricks
silence curls in my palm
like a gun,
and my pen is bleeding scabs,
and I'm sitting
in the stillness of her shadow,
eating fireflies to try to kill the light
so I can rest between the rays,
levitating memories
into the void created
between her heartbeats,
here I will swallow
all of it,
and I will drink her breath
like a fish
until my ringing ears
hear more than static and steps,
and I feel the mortar
crumble,
until there are no walls between us
and I split the skin of bricks
and they bleed out bloody dust
and stand no more,
lying softly on the earth
like sunrise fallen,
like sand stained by our triumph,
and we will build
a castle upon the ruins.
Our Heartland’s Consumed
I dunno why you would be
In demand for a flat
Surface for thinking...
...I assumed
We were at
A much better place,
But our culture keeps
Hacking
Away at the rock
Of inherent sense...
...We all got 'it' inside!...
We don't need to break down
In pathetic attempts to
Inherit some crown.
All our public relations
Are so badly poised!...
...We've been donning
This mask
For the girls, and boys...
But there's no longer
Reasons,
And our time's
Running out...
...There's a bland band-
aid peeling,
And it's exposing
Doubts.
I dunno why you would be
In demand for a flat
Surface for thinking, but
This is where we're at!...
...In a land without
Metaphor,
Devoid of full
Moon...
...Yes, her likeness is
Out there,
But our Heartland's
Consumed
By the gags and
The quips, and
Politically right....
...So obsessed in
Their stature
That they don't
See the light...
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
Maybe Tonight
Maybe tonight
The scars aren't tender,
And we'll peruse the
Windswept streets?...
...I know for certain
There's a struggle
Anyplace where the
Two roads meet.
The loudest flake who
Barks an order is
Always the one who
Runs the roost!...
...Immersed in this
Madhouse
Like an answerable
Boarder...
...Once again I must
Tussle
Against the flat
Use...
Of fleeing my
Duty,
And dropping my
Cross...
...If I could permit myself
To face this loss
That is buried far down
In the pit of my dark...
Maybe tonight,
If I can find the heart,
I will face the
Escort
Who calls out
My name!...
...Begging to rise,
My soul...
Set on low
Flame.
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
If It Would Be By Night
The pit of my stomach
Cracks open,
I bleed...
If it will be by night,
Then it must be
For me...
I'll allow your
Sweet passage
As you travel through field,
And curiouser lanes
That have
Not been revealed...
If it would be by night...
Perhaps somehow I'd figure
Into your tragic memoir
With an unheard-of frame...
No, there never were
Answers
That we cared to examine...
...The tea leaves
Weren't spilling
No dope
Under light
With a hundred or more
Jerry-rigged cameras,
We all had to make
Happy,
Or else die of stage-fright.
If it would be by night,
And not under
Surveillance
We might get a kiss in
Between psycho sweeps
That the media makes
In their efforts to squander
The light from your eyes,
And the glow from my cheeks.
I tell you with doubt,
That I don't feel the love...
...If it would be by night
Maybe I'd come abrupt,
But here in this torment
Of blazing white bulbs
I feel wretched, and
Used,
As I hear the wolves
Call...
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
Out of Blue Dream
Steam rises from you,
As it rises from me...
...Hands clasp my
Ass,
As you take on
Your steed...
Up in the sky
There is lightening,
And clouds!...
...And there in
Your eyes
Storms swirl,
Rain
Comes down...
O,
Holy shit,
There's that glorious
Steam!...
...Jumps up off
Your back
Like an
Out of blue dream...
Your eyes are heavy,
But, right now,
I've seen
All sides to heaven,
As we're
Gracefully carried
Far past the censors,
And sentries
That buried
This vision of Zion
From us for
Too long.
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
Devour My Brain!
Can't tell you how long
I have waited for this...
(...Take me in, and
Devour my brain!)
In this desert of love,
Thought that no one
Would come...
...I'd be
Recklessly left
In the rain!...
Can't tell you how long,
As the birds
Sang their song,
At the dead of the night
Where I dreamt all
Was right...
...My head has been
Plagued, always
Yearning for more...
And then
You engaged
Me,
And showed me
The score.
Can't tell you how long
I have waited for you...
(...Take me in, and
Devour my brain!)
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
Bizarre Synchronicity
Sometimes I feel like drawing
When inspired
By nature
Coupled with music from
My stereo
Vinyl collection...
(Although I don't
Always
Lift the pen...)
I'll see trees limbs
Tangled outside a window
In such a way
That it will resemble a
One-eyed debutante...
...This unknown dweller
Of some subterranean seabed
Will strike up a conversation
With me
In my revelry,
And try as
I might
To look away,
I can't help but regard
The sincerity of the
Living reality
Of this
Crustacean of my creation.
...After this,
Something strange
In life will happen
That will remind me
Of the encounter
With this precious being...
...When Bizarre Synchronicity
Comes a'knockin'
There's tickled harmony
Nippin' at her ready
Heels!...
...When Bizarre Synchronicity's
Revealed,
And were all struck naked
By our own
Delirious designs...
...Slapped!...
Inappropriately on the ass
By luck...
Hard to see just why
That truck
Came out just when it did,
And left us all
Lost in the lurch...
...Hand in hand we
Land the questions...
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
Centuries Are Scorched To Cinders
Death's Door went right on creakin'...
...It took it's time to move...
As we stood there just blinkin'...
...Felt the suction in the room.
...Centuries are scorched to
Cinders,
But we still
Enclose their crimes...
...Acting out ancient agendas...
Rituals of genocide.
When will you
Approve of real truth?...
All this pap has
It's shelf life...
...Button eyes, and
Bogus passions...
...Live for real,
Or else in spite!...
Death's Door's now yawning open...
...If waiting, pass right through...
We all have our opinions,
Yet the Darkness will ensue...
...Centuries are scorched to
Cinders,
But we still
Enclose their crimes...
...Acting out ancient agendas...
Rituals of genocide...
Death's Door went right on creakin'...
...It took it's time to move...
As we stood there just blinkin'...
...Felt the suction in the room.
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
Deep Fixations
He had deep fixations,
And they...
...Nailed him
To the wall.
(Scrape my face
Off the grill of
Life...
...I think I'll need
A grungy
Butter knife...)
...Private Eye
Delusions...
...Patterns that
Install...
Temporary
Titillation...
...Neither recommend
The red-eyed spy,
Or the scolded
Step child...
...Every firebolt sent
To my flailing,
Fresh plucked form,
Shocked me daily
'til my husk went
Warm...
...Now I'm back
Upon the Nature
Trail...
...I'm a marked man,
As I lift my
Sail...
Deeply decided, and no
Longer dormant...
...Fixations thrive in
The hollow of the eve...
...In the night's arm-
pit,
We straighten ties,
While down the Gaza
Strip
Everyday
They struggle hard to
Live and breathe...
©
2017
Bunny Villaire