The Sequel
I tried to invent
Something new
Out of you...
...Restore,
And update
What was blocked...
I couldn't confess
That your door
Had been locked...
...Slamming me
Out!...
I was moored
By your dock.
Lost my only key,
It was all that
I had, so
I couldn't come in,
And commune
With your plan...
I tried to invent
Something new
Out of you...
...You were such
A longshot.
You were far
From my view...
...But, what
Light
Had bled in
Could've sired a
God!...
Shouldn't have never
Had rattled
The cages
And lobbed
Expert spit balls
That slid
Down your skylight
With spite...
...You needed a
Retread,
And a grocery cart
Push!...
Tried to summon
Live goblins
From your former
Bush
That burns in the
Desert
Non-stop,
Without end...
There's an elder man
Sits
By it's lively
Allure, and
Locked in a trance,
He extracts
Every thread
Of clothes on his
Body...
...Throws his filigree
Vest
On the flickering
Flames!...
...Pretty soon,
He will join them.
...He does not
Know your name,
But your living
Rejoinder
Has him questioning
All.
...How can he
Breathe?...
Are the nights
Stacked too tall?...
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2017
Bunny Villaire