Night Nuisance

Night nuisance...

Turning on...

Turning off...

Turning in...

If I aim to be bothered

It surely will come,

Though not as I schemed it...

No, the first shot is flung

From the place where protection

Is thrown to the wind...

Like a dim bird whose senses slough

I've been caught fluttering wild

Around the ol' haunts

That I perused as a child...

Well the Hell of it all was that I

Dropped my guard...

Poor ol' heart couldn't help it...

So emotionally wrecked like a boat

When I hear that faint straining

Of the Siren's soft song

That is meant to encompass flesh,

To employ,

And then dash

Into thousands of pieces

On the jutting rock path

That crops up around beaches...

Feel their street strong anesthesia

Wear off as I come to gasp

The true breath of sobriety...

The awareness of the ill advised...

Such a perplexing state!...

This night nuisance

Has me on my knees

Hunting 'round for my fate...

3/27/23

Bunny Villaire

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