Clinging to the Counterfeit

Swelled up wool of your discomfort

Snaked the many drains,

Like an airless room that saps

Analytic interest it betrays...

I can't contain your

Glowing image

Inside a frame

That's always shifting...

...Diving to adjust the safety

On my silent scope...

I'm flat broke,

Clinging to the

Counterfeit

Attack!...

...Always in a state of

Static

Standing that reacts...

Linked by several chains,

I'm doubled

Up into my lap!...

...Tonight I think I'll

Swing on by,

And swallow every

Single song!...

...Thrash in vain

In a gangster's

Trunk...

Streetlights blinking on...

To signify the shift

To night...

...Here's where reason

Does take flight!...

People dying in the

Dark,

Because of

Unseen laws!...

...Colonies built out of

Sand...

Struggles never pause,

And wars go on

Until an end

That one cannot foresee...

Clinging to the counterfeit,

The renounced mystery

That no one had the patience

To interpret to the core...

...Now we're paying

For our lead lock...

Discarded on the shore

Like the carcasses, and

Scrap

We thought we'd never be...

Clinging to the countefeit...

...Complying to defeat.

©

2017

Bunny Villaire