Drinking From The Well
I'll be drinking from the well
Until the doors fall off the hinges...
It's a source that I depend on,
Though it's of give-and-take admittance...
There are wells that open daily
Akin to the ancient Roman Spas...
They exist just out of human reach
Until the sentiments allow...
If you think too hard upon them;
These miraculous wellsprings
Will seal themselves forever...
Hand your ass back in a sling...
I'll be drinking from the well
Until the flooding from the ice
Submerges all our cities...
Every syndicate of vice...
Whenever I have my short comings
In my hampered mental state
The well gives out in smaller rations...
It barely flakes my beggar's plate...
The fact the well exists at all
Makes me wear a three piece grin...
I giggle 'til I bust a stitch!...
Without control I'd crack my chin!...
Now sitting at the well I find
Loose figments 'mongst rare fish...
All vines that drape beyond my shape
Reflect in this mad dish...
I see a Lark soar up behind me...
The well transforms it's shiny wings...
Within a flash the words will spill,
My synapse nerves will surely sing!...
I'll be drinking from the well
Until the doors fall off the hinges...
It's a source that I depend on,
Though it's of give-and-take admittance...
There are wells that open daily
Akin to the ancient Roman Spas...
They exist just out of human reach
Until the sentiments allow...
If you think too hard upon them;
These miraculous wellsprings
Will seal themselves forever...
Hand your ass back in a sling...
9/5/24
Bunny Villaire
Edit #3