Nature Scene
Over a sink of wilted food solids
He was weeping out his vice...
There's a price to every Dynamo...
Now twas his spark plug pep on rice...
So he took to the local nature scene,
And settled down there on a bench...
All of the afternoon light leaked out
Ever so slightly!...
The trees wrapped around him, making
An altar of his Holy Spirit!...
Now enthralled with the effervescence
On the pond, he felt an infiltration from within...
He became deeply engaged, regarding a dance
Of sainted grass on wind...
...And as the dew on leaves gave host
To a thousand tiny eyes...
Jim allowed his hard exterior to unfasten
Thread by thread...
Everything that made him who he was
Had become a loathsome knot...
...But here in the Mother's bosom, birds sang,
As the wind hoisted limbs like skirts...
...Jim began to unravel slowly...
Felt his leash and his cuff hit dirt...
Before long he was as naked in spirit,
And flesh as the day was long and lax...
His heart began to beat out loud,
As he played his tackle box just like a sax...
Until he passed out in a heavy haze,
Just to awaken in a sodden heap...
The pleasures from the night before still stung...
He'd been reset...swept off his feet...
9/4/24
Bunny Villaire