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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