The Invisible Cadaver

Let's be Frank...

I was sinking in the tank again,

And it left a venomous perfume...

The stink destroyed, and nearly liquefied my view...

I walked around like a cock-eyed sailor

Who was on extended leave...

The birds pecked at me

To get at any delicious meat that was vulnerable,

And open to the air

'til my clothes were torn and tattered,

And I could not be retrieved

From the gutter of unconscious thought...

The whole wretched thing was beyond belief

As I lay rotting

Upon the drain of some side road,

Along the jagged, nauseating edge...

Where the wind and the cold had left me...

At times like these the dogs must be

Completely certain

Before they feast upon your face...

While one was sniffing at my neck,

Another entertained my seasoned crotch,

As I attempted now to wiggle my big toe

To let them know I still had an inch of fight...

The Motherfucker would not budge!...

Well here I am in a big jam...

The Labrador that's violating the private zone

Below my belly is visually becoming aroused

With my inactivity,

And buries his teeth in me...

Shaking me around like a rag doll,

While a few horrified

Hobos pause in horror

On their way down the walk,

Pushing their belongings along with them...

At long last I am brutally released,

And tossed upon the concrete in a messy pile...

What the fuck's the point to anyone

When we've become invisible to eyes that only see

What the pacified passerby desire to see,

And dimly hear, and deem important to their psyche?...

The invisible cadaver...

The thing that barely has a name...

The broken face who's let himself go...

The girl who sits out in the rain...

You're eyes will never see us...

Though we are made of the same stuff...

The flies are feasting on my skin now...

The cops won't notice on their beat...

They only cruise the richer sides of town...

Their jobs are deceptively simple...

They keep the streets clean surrounding big business,

And swank...

The bars and restaurants, clothing stores...

Where status brings them in the doors...

That's where you'll find

The boys in blue...

And when the dying people do

They're sure to write us in their books...

Let's be Frank...

I was sinking in the tank again,

And it left a venomous perfume...

The stink destroyed, and nearly liquefied my view...

10/22/24

Bunny Villaire