Dead Agent Nightmares (poem from 9 years ago I don’t wanna lose!)
I have dead agent nightmares
laid up in cement...
My certainty stiffens
once the mixture
has dried...
At night I go snooping,
leave this bag of bones roofied...
My mind is a torch
winged, and soaring down
sidewalks...
Which block should I haunt?...
Over alleys and playgrounds...
I play ordinary,
but birds fill the sky!...
Hard to jibe with concrete
when your feet are
just vapor!...
Heard a teakettle whistle,
or is that my eye?...
I have dead agent nightmares
laid up in cement...
I could tongue-lash
with you, but
I'm gnawing this bone...
All windows are gateways
for the time I was living...
Come close,
heed my breathing,
think again...
You're alone.
---Bunny Villaire
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