Those Dreams That You Sniped
Those dreams that you sniped
All alive, and still well...
...In Naples they swing
Like their under a spell
To the amorous drive
From some poet's guitar...
Those dreams that you thought you had
Sacrificed...
...Like bottles they wash up
By the palest moonlight...
Those dreams that you thought dead,
Only stored in night shed...
...Eclipsed by your absence
High rapture now pierced...
...And now it's uncovered,
Your scene has dispersed!...
...Roused from a deep slumber...
Bounced round in your hearse...
Those dreams that you sniped
All alive, and still well...
...In Naples they swing
Like their under a spell
To the amorous drive
From some poet's guitar...
Dreams flung in the closet...
...Pushed so far up behind
All the footgear, and
Finery...
Trophies, endless
Designs...
...All your stained,
Inane trinkets,
Brought to mind
Hidden joys
That are still nearly
Breathing...
...At your neck
They lay poised...
Those dreams that you sniped
All alive, and still well!...
...In Naples they swing
Like their under a spell
To the amorous drive
From some poet's guitar...
Those dreams took for granted...
(...Jilted, like a shipwreck...)
Piling dreams for granted...
(...Buried up to your neck...)
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2017
Bunny Villaire