Duck went whack and the walls wilt numb (They were ribbed?)

See, as you would, into the tree knot that allows the feral eye

To travel

In and up and through the massive oak that's hollow as some words...

..."Now I live here, not you, Priest with the fire hydrant for a hat!"

Oh, but when you were younger,

And lived under the oppressions of the faulty skies that forever rain their

Ignorant duck droppings from above...

"Here we are...here we be...here we is before this most anticipated, and loathed of second comings..."

Pierced by the sea urchins that sway...

We are here and gone

For another day...

Dipped in petrol and stinking of high (displaced)fashions...

See as you would...

Live as you did...

Dig this wet grave,

And the grace you'd ingest

Sneaks in like the night's needle

...Enters all your pores...

Here again!...

There again!...

Sit up in folded chair...

...When it unfolds you have so much to do...

The day eclipse night, and the night carves a place-mat.

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2018

Bunny Villaire