Homeless Eyes

She punctured me from out of glass

Without intent as she strode passed

We broke the barriers of class...

The mask society permits...

To gaze into her windswept eyes...

So hungry and unsupervised...

How many of us still survive

Bouncing upon this rustic plane?...

With judgements quashing liquid hearts...

And pointed views like traffic cones...

It's easier to close the door

Where yowls mutate and turn to roars...

I see her digging through the trash...

This angel from another sphere...

The broadcast she keys in is vast...

Her shirt in shreds, as she draws near...

Ebony skin so dark and deep...

I'll see her when I go to sleep..

She floats over the concrete slabs...

Where shooting stars go flying past...

Bold advertising overhead

Will paint a world unequal to

The broken sequins from the chain

That someone dispelled in the rain...

To gaze into her windswept eyes...

So hungry and unsupervised...

How many of us still survive

Bouncing upon this rustic plane?....

They're closing books on human rights...

Decks are stacked, the lines extend...

Now more than ever, I'll need a friend

To gaze into my homeless eyes...

If you have something left to give...

If you're susceptible, and raw...

If you resist the claw machine

You'll find me dancing by the stream...

Maybe tonight when moonbeams spill

Our sights will lock and without words

We'll shed our chains, the flood within

Will draw us spinning out our skins...

Bunny Villaire

5/6/24

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