Have I Tricked Myself Into Truth Again?
I was living with my nose
Buried squarely in the sand...
Reaching for the beer that's froze...
All I knew came from a can...
Then a strange eruption sprang
It's wraith attacked me at first sight!...
In my efforts to erode myself
With a smorgasbord of spite:
Cancer culture; Politics; the Arena
Of Dismay...
Somewhere in the
Shit-storm sandwich
I ingested something grey...
A little grey area dipped
And camouflaged in grime
Made me think I flagged the
Barmaid
For the standard party line...
...O, but no!!!...
This was not so!!!...
This stunk of a new seed!...
Had I gone and done it??...
Climbed the summit???...
Passed out on the tour
While the bus in question
Without mention
Dragged my
Riddled heap
O'er the fence and
Through the woods
To the place where the willows Weep?...
Have I tricked myself into
Truth again?...
It seems so though I can't
Lay finger one
When the deed is done...
Am I Fly eating Spider's Aunt?...
Have I tricked myself into
Truth again?...
All the bad luck broken glass
Couldn't bring me back
To my crack house shack
Now I've tasted what I lack...
3/15/24
Bunny Villaire