Forever tackling

The shadow in the dark...

I see it pirouette

It's batwings without flaw...

It dances here and there

Between the passing cars...

It's breaking out of frame...

Pads emptiness with awe...

When I've become it's Lord,

And nail it to one slot

Will I finally be free

To showcase what I got?...

Advance from effigy...

Retain the skin and flesh?...

Oh, to at last breathe breath

And exit from this mess

Of sticky jams that cling,

And ancient glassed preserves...

I'm dreaming beyond hope

That I can be observed...

...And now at last the shadow

Stretches on the wall!...

It branches out it's limbs,

And doesn't quake or fall...

I squeeze fingers in my fist,

As if on magic string,

It plays the process back to me...

Hear angel voices sing!...

I am now on the track

To move with other beasts!...

That shadow speaks for me...

It holds me in it's crease...

I can vacate this room,

And shuffle down long streets...

It validates my quest

To infiltrate large crowds...

I board a bus with ease,

Impressed that I am seen...

The roads make splashing sounds...

I feel I'm living out my dream...

Climbing out at my stop,

I slip between two crouching signs...

A carport traps me in it's web...

I have to pause here for a time...

Oh no!...More shadows tracked me down!...

They must have recognized my theft!...

They pounce upon me like

A hungry Puma that's bereft...

Forever tackling

The shadow in the dark...

I see it pirouette

It's batwings without flaw...

It dances here and there

Between the passing cars...

It's breaking out of frame...

Pads emptiness with awe...

2/3/25

Bunny Villaire

My Stepdad is strong.

Strong in strength.

Strong in character.

He's a Kung Fu Master.

He is soft spoken, and kind.

He comes from one of the most

Beautiful places on earth...

Mexico.

He works hard for his money

In America,

And it's people like him

That make America great.

I refuse to believe

That the Mexican people

Have anything to do with our

Economic collapse...

That blood stain's been a long time coming...

We've had a ruined system

Long before Ronald Reagan shrugged

His shoulders and told everyone

To "pull theirselves up by their bootstraps..."

While he ratted on his fellow man...

We've been treading water

Long before Hoover led his Witch trials

And jailed foreigners for spite...

We've been bumping around in the dark

With no seeing eye dog for decades,

But the rich entitled assholes pointing fingers

Have not improved things in the least...

My Stepdad is a good man,

And a shining example

Of what to aspire to

Despite all odds against you...

He makes me want to try harder

To keep a light burning for my lofty dreams...

So many things are possible....

One must only dare to try.

1/31/25

Bunny Villaire

Edit #2

The War between the Rich

And Poor

Has finally reached

The screaming threshold...

The good thing is there's no denying,

'less your living up your asshole...

The War between the Rich

And Poor's

Been going on for ages...

The Rich just never stunk this much...

But now we see those coprophages

For what they are...

They can not hide anymore in rags...

We see their silver bullet eyes!...

So don't let them tempt you with

Their shoddy tools

Of monetary slick

Disguise...

For centuries they've used distractions...

They've had us fighting in their Wars...

They've donned us in their soldier garb

Under the guise of social mores...

And when we returned with PTSD

They let us mop the mess halls of our schools

That remain underfunded while they laugh through teeth...

Misinformation was the golden rule...

They've told us not to trust the Muslims,

Turn our backs on Palestine...

They want to infiltrate our conscience,

And to desecrate our minds...

These are the same landowners

Back from the South

Who owned a bevy of black slaves...

From the rolling hills of Mississippi

To the New Jersey Palisades

Where Africa and North America collided

And shook ancient tectonic plates...

The rich have dug their hate ditch deep...

They shoot pool with eye balls

On their greasy spaghetti plates...

...But we the Workers are the ones who know...

And we the Homeless are their collateral damage...

But we are not done just because they rule...

No, we have always had the home advantage...

This is our home, and they are the gentry

Trying once again to trip our wires...

They poison us with factory smoke,

And they act paternal

As they beguile...

But I will not play their twisted chess game...

And I won't be lured in by the latest pill...

Cooked up by their overpaid quacks

For the next psychosis of betrayal...

The Rich are only Rich in pocket...

It's time to cut our loss,

And end the sale...

So often the Rich have tricked the poor

By substituting God for Government...

And when we're praying they want us

To tithe for them...

They take a percentage from our

Disillusionment...

But no more from me...

I will not play!...

I can't lay snuggled in contentment

In the ashes of their shoddy system,

I have my mind,

As they'll soon find

We still retain the will to fight,

And rise up

Against the disorder that they've so

Filthily contrived!...

1/31/25

Edit #5

The Achilles heel...

The swinging footfall of Man...

This disfigurement of Ego

Can't be banked on as a plan...

I went out on a massive lake,

My little boy in tow...

We played the day away, and splashed...

Our fancies were afloat...

His eyes dipped into mine,

And there were stars a mile long...

As hours ticked away

We knew our time had come and gone...

We pressed our way back to the sand...

The black stones ranged in height,,,

I recognized while halfway back

A shining toy so bright...

We'd left a large inflatable

Shaped like a pair of shears

Out listing in the waves of time...

Decided to switch gears...

Returning to the spot we'd gleaned

My boy and I gazed wide...

The floating toy had bobbed away...

A stones throw from our side...

Exasperated by our loss

I looked down at my child...

He could not swim a lap like this...

The air was warm and mild...

I gave up after staring at

The darkness in the waves...

Returning from my reverie

To the multitudes who'd grazed...

I realized now we were blocked in

By flocks of anxious flesh...

A woman with a dull look gaped

While a babe clung to her breast...

I pushed myself beneath her toes...

I clung to slippery rocks...

It wasn't 'til I'd passed her towel

That I recoiled with shock...

In all my haste I realized

I'd left my boy alone,

And when I turned to look for him

My heart fell like a stone...

The Achilles heel...

The swinging footfall of Man...

This disfigurement of Ego

Can't be banked on as a plan...

His eyes dipped into mine,

And there were stars a mile long...

As hours ticked away

We knew our time had come and gone...

1/30/25

Bunny Villaire

If another head breaks

Upon a stone wall...

Shouldn't the whole world

Feel it like a gymnasium

That shouts

With the echo of the balls

On court and players as

They chide?...

When a man in uniform

Beats a teen until

He's no longer recognized

As man

Shouldn't a ripple be felt

In the psychic world,

Or has the Internet, and

Media puree

Become a fully functional

Blind and gauze?....

Do you gaze through

Vented fingers so much now

That the shit is all a sickly blur?...

I'm just asking for a friend

I guess,

In between my vape,

And playlist...

Do I care more then the next one,

Well...

It would help to share the weight...

There is red tape on

My eyes tonight!...

There is red tape on

Your mouth...

There is red tape piling

To the sky!...

There is too much tape

To count...

Can't you see the stuff of

Nightmares in

These threaded webs

We weave?...

I've been knocked down

From the mountaintop...

I am down here

On my knees...

1/15/25

Bunny Villaire

Edit#2

Neep 'neath auld earth...

Like a wee bairn her wame bolg...

"Weesht!", she dee by raen.

1/12/25

Bunny Villaire

If you ever want to take a break

From the most despicable Madness...

This addictive, yet antiquated

Thrill

Of rushing around from point A

To point B, to C,

And then to D

Until you spontaneously collapse like a

Hunter cat returning from your most Recent and grotesquely brutal kill...

Well, if the thought has ever crept into Your hazy up for rent mind,

Don't hesitate...Make a pit stop

If you're so inclined, and pull up an Old deck chair if you feel the air

Escaping from the cobwebbed tomb...

I'd like to make some notes with you...

Until the burning candle in your room

Has been extinguished by its Mounting pile of wax...

And by this time, your mouth on Mine...

My tongue exploring every molar, Front and back...

My free hand dancing down the Painted pattern on your dress,

And pretty soon your eyes might beg

For hands to open sesame and

Dive right to the throbbing waterhole

Of life...

Or maybe we'll philosophize,

And wile away the tender hours

Deciphering the time and space

We live in

As the Mademoiselle takes flight

And offers up her swollen soul

In this land of ice and snow

Where we're frozen from her Highness...

These brilliant flapping

Eyes of wonder that would so graciously

House a magic carpet which would drag

Our lowliness

Up, up into the swirling eddy of the

Night black sky

To deposit us a hundred years later

In the middle of the Californian

Desert with nothing but

Our chapped naked asses

Joined by complimentary strap-on

Smile...

If you ever wish for heady pleasures

That cannot be cleanly and so precisely

Defined by the confines of our current climate

I will be here and there and absent

From this littering heap

Of fertile dirt and

Mirth hat's left behind from the

Overturned window garden where the pleasant

Petunias were vampirized overnight

By some indecisively spiteful opossum...

...What a frightful sight indeed, I do

Declare!...

1/12/25

Bunny Villaire

The Word has been co-opted

So that lesser dare attempt

To lift a pen or flag a train

Without feeling exempt...

Corners of the convent

Where the goblins hide their face

Are empty now as church and state

Have let them in with grace...

It's the devil that ye don't see

That's the one that does ye in

So greet all dark and dismal fate

With the passions of yr kin...

It's the devil that ye don't see

That keeks ye in the glass...

So when you ken, make of it well,

Or it will nary pass...

The black as earl waters call,

But if ye dodge the tide

They'll wet you 'til the yappy dogs

Have dragged all rivers wide...

That swindler lass ye judge so harsh,

Both lives and breathes alike...

She knows her numbers up too soon

Does jigs around your spikes...

It's the devil that ye don't see

That's the one that does ye in

So greet all dark and dismal fate

With the passions of yr kin...

It's the devil that you don't see

That keeks ye in the glass...

So when you ken, make of it well,

Or it will nary pass...

12/10/24

Edit#2

I am the scoundrel

Set on coals...

Came in to sear my fat...

I always pay the toll...

After a yawning transfixed

Gap

In conversation...

Cosmic slant...

You'd come to say with eyes...

Goodbye...

Goodbye...

Goodbye...

There was a world behind,

Cinched suffering

That's tightly wound,

And all that lies above

Is buried 6 feet

Underground...

And all that lies above

Is buried underground...

You made a beeline for

A circumcision of the truth...

What tempted out your ghost

Was reconvening on my roof...

This wraith...this power slave

That called out from it's awful roost

Was what the deprived pixie dust

Had slathered out in sheer disdain

Of mirror cracks

And candle wax, and all white walls

Where orphaned port

Holes breed...

I am the scoundrel

Set on coals...

Came in to sear my fat...

I always pay the toll...

We talked and swung

Under a dying twilight star...

Your hungry lighthouse heart

Beamed out like headlights

On a roving phantom car

That flickered in and out of

Physical existence while so desperately

I clung to steering wheel...

You'd come to say with eyes...

Goodbye...

Goodbye...

Goodbye...

There was a world behind,

Cinched suffering

That's tightly wound,

And all that lies above

Is buried 6 feet

Underground...

And all that lies above

Is buried underground...

11/25/24

Bunny Villaire

If you're going to point the finger

Covered with the black tar hate

At countries far beyond our third world...

Our disassembled fifty states...

Just remember we eat poison,

And our water reeks of sludge...

We're reflected in our mirror maze

Forty times but still don't budge

'less we're talking in a windstorm

Is the only time we'll hear...

Wear another person's shoes...

Try them out and feel the sole

As it scrapes against the concrete...

There are blessings we won't know...

Stop and stare into reflections

Of that immigrant you fear...

Be him Mexican, Brazilian, or of

Palestinian ilk...

These are people who can only

Save us from our own demise...

If we show them all our asses

We are aping a disguise

Of a species that cannot progress...

Canker sores denying salve...

Better wall your eyes and mouth off...

Better fence off your sweet grave...

Jump inside a cement mixer

'til there's nothing left to save...

Wear another person's shoes...

Try them out and feel the sole

As it scrapes against the concrete...

There are blessings we don't know...

Tumorous heads grow on your shoulder...

Is that just another shade

Of some self that slipped your field count?...

When you look down at your plate

Do you see meat and

Potatoes?...

Is there something else you crave?...

Maybe news from something different?...

Could their

Feelings be betrayed?...

You could pop fresh heads like bubbles,

Or big bulbous welts on skin,

Homosexual accusations

That your Psyche aims to win...

Flip the apple cart and blame the ones

That open wide their veins...

...You'll be living in some corner

With the remnants of lost claims...

11/10/24

Bunny Villaire

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