It's an acrid smell, pungent, burning my throat as I enter the room. Broken glass crunches beneath the soles of my weathered boots, the crushed pieces forming their own eerie tune.
You are there, languid, stretched across your favorite stained chair. The cushions are soaked from the bottle toppled in your cognitive impair.
Beyond your bourbon blessings and charred breath, I toss the cigarette, lit, into the dripping, volatile mess. And as I exit I wonder in spite of my conscience suppressed, "Did you ever think to fear the wrath that would come next... ?"
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Falling Into Kzoo
Now we’re out of the blue
...Falling into Kzoo
with various things to do
...driving us half way through
will we see the real haunts...?
...treats, each secret street flaunts?
....the spirit only wants...
an adventure that daunts!
Somewhere out of the blue
...Falling into Kzoo
With our eyeballs like glue
... on the old and the new
take the plunge as seekers
... to emerge as keepers
of what we’re so eager
to know and configure...
How just out of the blue
...Falling into Kzoo
our vibes simmer and stew...
mixing straws that we drew
with the roses, and dew
...Falling into Kzoo
Rising up out of clay...
To embrace the new day!
Yes, there’s so much to say,
When chasing dreams our way...
Somewhere out of the blue
...Falling into Kzoo
Now we’re out of the blue
...Falling into Kzoo
...Falling into Kzoo
© Bunny Villaire & Mavia Hankala