If you're going to point the finger

Covered with the black tar hate

At countries far beyond our third world...

Our disassembled fifty states...

Just remember we eat poison,

And our water reeks of sludge...

We're reflected in our mirror maze

Forty times but still don't budge

'less we're talking in a windstorm

Is the only time we'll hear...

Wear another person's shoes...

Try them out and feel the sole

As it scrapes against the concrete...

There are blessings we won't know...

Stop and stare into reflections

Of that immigrant you fear...

Be him Mexican, Brazilian, or of

Palestinian ilk...

These are people who can only

Save us from our own demise...

If we show them all our asses

We are aping a disguise

Of a species that cannot progress...

Canker sores denying salve...

Better wall your eyes and mouth off...

Better fence off your sweet grave...

Jump inside a cement mixer

'til there's nothing left to save...

Wear another person's shoes...

Try them out and feel the sole

As it scrapes against the concrete...

There are blessings we don't know...

Tumorous heads grow on your shoulder...

Is that just another shade

Of some self that slipped your field count?...

When you look down at your plate

Do you see meat and

Potatoes?...

Is there something else you crave?...

Maybe news from something different?...

Could their

Feelings be betrayed?...

You could pop fresh heads like bubbles,

Or big bulbous welts on skin,

Homosexual accusations

That your Psyche aims to win...

Flip the apple cart and blame the ones

That open wide their veins...

...You'll be living in some corner

With the remnants of lost claims...

11/10/24

Bunny Villaire

Edit #4

Come pull me out of the sun...

Come put me under your employ...

You can play fast with the gun...

I'll clean the marks off of every glass...

If you need a place at the time of death

I will be your alibi...

Idle hands of clay can relieve what ails...

I'm the devil weed...growing on the rail...

If you go too far, I won't bat a lash...

...I'm the subterfuge that is made to last...

Come paint my Achilles' heel...

Come put me under your employ...

Take first dibs on the steering wheel...

I'd never spill when we're up flying...

If you need a place at the time of death

I will be your alibi...

Idle hands of clay can relieve what ails...

I'm your devil weed...growing on the rail...

If you go too far, I won't bat a lash...

...I'm the subterfuge that is made to last...

Flying high as a sky blue kite...

Come put me under your employ...

You can spike a vein...I would never bite...

Silent as the San Andreas fault line...

If you need a place at the time of death

I will be your alibi...

Idle hands of clay can relieve what ails...

I'm the devil weed...growing on the rail...

If you go too far, I won't bat a lash...

...I'm the subterfuge that is made to last...

10/18/24

Bunny Villaire

Edit #3

I. Today I Learned

I bury all I am in my sins,

Faith in liquored-love.

Fairy bottles replay static memories.

Plenty of bruises, red rift scars,

Blood spurts

And limbs locked;

Punch drunk tempting her fate

Corroding cherry wraith

Goblet crush

Top her off!

Sure today I tell you how I feel.

Daisy fangs swirl a trillion;

At midnight we sat in the back seat of the

Silver mustang

Butterflies fluttering in circadian allure

Fresh foaming crystal brew wrestling my mangled tongue.

With You playing, windows open,

Honeycomb night air veiling

Tingling liquored-liver,

I stare at your phone

and

silver skylines end.

II. No names left to trust

So I develop my alter ego,

gold chain hanging

To my mosaic heart,

I stumble among extinct stars,

Trap cold character:

Ice Age.

Soon the round world fades,

Faces blur, gold lenses curve all

l o v e.

Jump my h o p e.

Tan cap like Yin

and

Yang.

Polo emblem my ensemble;

Her tan skin like drops of honey

Sky resembles my F e a r.

III. Sin Miedo Me Voy….

Heaven only knows what awaits

Sore shoulders and unfurling gates

Trade stress for two thousand hops

Crack calve muscles:

Tectonic shift.

Cortisol huffs cool in serotonin rush

Far off I see liquified azul twilight

Orange creamsicle dreams,

Splashes of tangerine

flutters.

Infectious spirals smile before

collapsing.

I felt nothing but

Crushing breathes,

Heart echoing in my cavernous chest

droplets forming

Calcified

d

e

p

t

h

s.

IV. It Began With the Sun

Laser rays and isolation

Just how I would spend

the end of

My sunflower youth

Before I set off to my adventure,

A life that could not be claimed by

My mother’s past

Only my feet marching to newfound

Fear.

I wore a silky white T-Shirt,

Daisy wore overalls and a gray long sleeve

Late summer sun blazed black leather seats,

Metal belt stung with magma jaws;

A day at the mall with friends,

That's all It was.

I was just coming back from Houston

Something about the city ate away at me,

My family felt like a parasitic reflection:

A dystopian image I could not rattle- so I

Marched off.

Nothing but plains blessed my surroundings,

Farmland said to be gold

Dead grass like evergreen forests

Orchards sprayed with white paint

Tar roads with chalk drawings leading

Up to

Twists and turns

Here I faded away from

The front seat conversations

Let my shy tendencies take hold

Gold lenses flaring with curiosity,

H o p e.

V. Tonight You Belong To Me

I saw a maniac on the car roof in

The mall garage parking lot slowly slipping,

Screaming, not afraid but excited,

Clenching stupidity and death with flailing arms.

I awoke from my silent stupor, shot

Joy from my anchored mind

Strolled shop after shop realizing what this could all be,

Freedom from laser rays and isolation:

A new happiness.

Creativity, loved

bled, and bloody

left me,

autumnal winds

stretching out

my draft deafening door,

swinging low

with lament:

...you used us

like a drug,

and now

we're fully wasted...

useless body! and breath what

could have been made, cohesive

for consumptive ritual,

you slaughtered

and butchered--!

with Life seeping out

its shell casing, housing

this bullet, aimed falsely

in vigilance, of a second helping

...eating is nonsensical

...and sleep is a wake

for grieving demons,

their gnashing of teeth

foretold

in Revelations!

for those who long buried

with primitive spade and hatchet

the half-spent core, reactive

that which sprouted fevered

exponential saplings, of temptation

blotched green and gold and red...

fading to russet,

brittle and deadening...

an ache I'd hope to feel again

shedding this blanket of snow

was big as a house

with a head of State

and church to boot

with popular caboose

there was something

in the tresses louselike

plaid a dress kept up

in kerchief and bow

the union of the mess

with apron tongue tied in

matron might spanning

east and western blocks

of hood and suburb too

ah the stale breath of

cake crust and wedlock

in the nuts and bolts

of Frankenstein and

his whole world, fear

that beautiful bride,

till death do them part

instilling terror in the

the heart of mankind

09.22.2024

Frankenstein's Spouse challenge @AJAY9979

with faith

we believe we are making

"something"

call it what you like

of the void

that

(always)

was

waiting

as if

--just for us--

but truly now we are making

[nothing]

the space

that is

our absence of

I am a writer bereft of words

a barren mother, empty womb -

no eggs'

i am the dormant disease

a festering wound that itches

eaten alive by past experiences

coursing through my veins

devouring to day's presence with tomorrows angst

i feel the puss stealthily moving

like the clock of the womb i carry

that consumed my children

so that they were never born

i am... the grieving lioness

who pounces with vigor at the prey

not so much from hunger or anger

but to fend away all archaic slights

i am the villain of my own story

the one who stumps at the root of joy

so that i can feel the rush

as the baby dies inside, i am a killer of dreams

the one who turns off the light

just as the godly idea sprouts

and often wonder, "who will even care?"

I am wanderer with out a compass

i see the canvas, yet fail to paint in bright colors

i am the problem that compromises the solution

so that the world today

looks exactly like it did yesterday

i am an enemy of progress

an overzealous aggrandizer of the past,

i am the history, and the heritage

through words i am passed on

from generation to the next without question

i am without morals, the morass that keeps you here

i am you...

they too were reborn

the blood lust of my ancestors

the pulse in my veins

they were reborn

when the sun set on that October evening

and the octopus's limb grew from that sinister white stump

the puss from the wound watered the bloodline

and daughters gave birth to sons

and sons grew to men

to replenish depleting bloodline

a word from the moon is that the stars are ready

they were reborn too by they radiance of the galaxies.

Never a day passed

when he wasn’t there

watching the rose

white star birds

grazing in the cloudy air.

Soaring beyond sight

to appear once again.

The Fairy Terns

miracles of nature

this child was their life-long friend.

Over time, he was welcomed

following the pattern they flew.

from sky to sea

and back again

he was immersed in sunlit blue.

When he got married

they attended the rites

dazzling the couple

with flawless ballets

of graceful, inspired flight.

When his first child was born

they celebrated the birth

by directing sunlight

to enfold the infant

endowing its soul with mirth.

When his marriage ended

and his heart was broken

they hovered near him all that day

singing a song

too sad to be spoken.

When his son died in the war

and his soul was beyond healing

they wept rainbow tears

of impassioned color

to reflect what he was feeling.

Then, one day he came

and they weren’t there anymore.

He waited and watched

but they returned not

to the sky nor to the shore.

Afterwards he became depressed

when he knew his dearlings were gone

he felt deep inside

that they no longer loved him

so he made himself move on.

Many years later

after he drove everyone away

the cancer came

his breathing slowed down

his life-force a fading grey.

Slowly his limbs failed him

and he knew the end was near.

So he asked some neighbors

to take him back

to the beach which he held so dear.

They did as he wished

and left him alone.

So, there he remained

from dawn to dusk

till his body became like stone.

As his eyes began to close

he suddenly heard a sound.

Looked up and saw dozens

of Fairy Terns

slowly circling round.

One by one they descended

and covered him with their wings.

They took his pain

upon themselves

like fluttering heavenly kings.

As they flew off again

to the faraway lands

he held the last one gently

and wept

precious jewels into the sand.

The Sunlight was fading

as he let it be.

And when it flew away

He closed his eyes

as his body set his spirit free.