I Feel That I Deserve the Dark
Capture a hiss...
...Scraping that bleeds...
Noise echoes from
A dim back street...
I feel that I deserve the dark,
And that the darkness
In her turn,
Deserves the gross
Of my despair...
...A teeming shopping bag
I'll share
Of my unlimited supply!...
I feel that I...I feel that I...
...I feel, while in
This public place,
(Of plastic signs,
And sewer grates)
I'm so estranged
From heaven's grace,
I now can welcome
What I dread...
...And as she exits,
Like the lead
That pelts a body
'til it's meat,
I open wounds,
Filling the streets
With my hot blood
That's now on tap...
...I was a sap
To assume otherwise...
...The knot-hole
In this
Wooden fence
Is where I must
Drive every effort
Through...
How could I dare to
Be so dense?...
I feel that I deserve the dark,
And that the darkness
In her turn,
Deserves the gross
Of my despair...
A teeming shopping bag
I'll share
Of my unlimited supply!...
...Come my darling...
Spill from the sky!...
Taste of my lips with your
Black tongue!...
...Sealing the envelope of
One
Who's always skirted
The rear edge...
...Snakes may slide...
Rodents may crawl...
...I feel that I
Deserve them all!...
Just what is death, and
What is life?...
I feel that I deserve the dark,
And that the darkness
In her turn, deserves
The sum of my brass tacks...
My cool reflection...
...Yawning foot tracks...
That signal how I've come,
And gone...
She is my Fate...
...And though her song
Has not been sung for many
Months,
Her visions squatting
In my brain...
...A murky phantom
I contain
Until we both have
Run together...
...Our paint now bound
To canvas tether...
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2017
Bunny Villaire