They look down from their sprawling place

High in the truck,

Barely watch as I scramble

Never flinching too much...

They have taken this job, and they

Come to the call,

But beyond that they don't aim...

Only flies on a wall...

Though they crush without thought

They hold wheels they must turn...

In the teeth of the gears

It grows hard to discern

If I blame their control

Or my own foolish state...

Far too large for the burden...

Their future uncertain,

But certainly falls

Past the realm of the small...

Much too big to be blamed

As they watch me with eyes

That have gone dull from privilege...

Their lobster stalks dry

At the point that the optics transmit

To the skull...

Much too big to blamed...

Ours is flesh that they cull,

And muscle they tame,

But it's all just so easy...

Like reflex they squander us...

Only waste what is pleasing...

6/6/25

Bunny Villaire

Don't let me die

Up on the vine…

Don't let me dry

Without a sign

That someone out there's

Heard a squeak

That's caused a dimple

On their cheek…

Don't let me die

Up here in vain

Amongst the winds

And steady rain…

To finally collapse

With a thirst

Upon tableau of

Barren earth…

At times it seems

Out on this branch

Where crows decide

Whose back to scratch

That high ideals are

Tossed at will

Into a maddened

Oil spill ..

Don't let me die

Up on the vine…

Don't let me dry

Without a sign

That someone out there's

Heard a squeak

That's caused a dimple

On their cheek…

Don't turn your eyes

Away so soon!...

Don't steel your nerves…

Approaching doom

Has crept into our

Windswept halls,

And sprung new leaks

Where we stood tall…

Through tightly clenched teeth

I bit down,

Denied the cardboard

Traits of sound…

I was dismissive in my shell

As worlds collided

By each swell of dusk

Descending on pale flesh…

Don't let me die

Up here in vain

Amongst the winds

And steady rain…

To finally collapse

With thirst

Upon tableau of

Barren earth…

6/5/25

Bunny Villaire

Edit #3

Out here beyond the limits of the noiseless heights...

The frozen faced giants stalk the outskirts

And pause while passing

To remind us with their doublespeak

By wordless language of aggressive arrogance

Speaking with eyebrows only

That the future and past are in a static position,

And like the silent

Cycling of the planets

In the far reaching galaxies beyond our notion

We must not be rash and act out of our call...

No burning bridge, and all that razz-a-ma-tazz

That'll make their eyes come alive for the first time

Since Christmas gave their hardened hearts joy...

No toying with the ever screaming gears...

I fear...

There's a nervous act behind their veil of eye-lid yet...

Ah still...

I feel that life is worth

So much more than they or any

Fool in power could have it priced...

Don't doubt...

That speaking like the pulse is dead can hypnotize

The soul for only intervals at a time...

I climb...

Inside my own internal tent until

The fire and screaming have died down but know

It's bound to reach us all so we must

Find a way to take clear steps out into sprawling dark...

And let the leper

Of the soul befit the shadow of our shape...

5/31/25

Bunny Villaire

Tell me where did you defect to

My lovely street musician?...

You were always on the edges...

Living bravely....

Playing song...

Sometimes you had guitar case,

Or a hat upturned for loose change...

Now there's something in the air

That keeps you dormant...

Something wrong...

Is this the same sad aura

That's kept the ice cream

Trucks in hiding?...

I'm still yearning for their

Repetitious loop

Of rattle clink and clang...

I can taste it on my tongue

Just like the lovely street musician...

Maybe soon they will return

Despite the centuries harangue...

I remember an old black man

Who would play the fastest

Rock songs

I would see Sam without fail

On my scoot to the café...

Always had a morning song

Like a sparrow on my window...

Tell me where did he defect to

Like a lost elusive stray?...

I can taste him on my tongue;

This outstanding street musician...

Sometimes smiling, sometimes grim..

Ever changing as the sky...

We must cultivate our grounds

To support the street musician,

If we can't open our arms now

It's in alleys evil hides...

Watched him bless spires

And steeples in the morning

While the callous

Walked right by him

In their malice

Acting like he'd soiled the air...

Let us hope the street musician

Soon returns of his volition

To inhabit every crevice which

That kind shopkeeper grants...

Every now and then I hear him

Wafting from some darkened corner...

His poor voice is so much older,

But his remedy's the same!...

5/28/25

Bunny Villaire

Edit #3

Outside the birds are singing...

You can hear them if you try...

Outside the birds are singing...

You can hear them if you try...

Inside my door is closing...

With one foot she kicks it wide...

Maybelle, she's quite a woman...

She will make you lose your crown...

Maybelle, she's quite a woman...

She will make you lose your crown...

You'll be begging on some corner

For just one night on the town...

Drinking from the sewer...

I'm under her control...

She watches where I wallow...

In dirt, or rocks, or snow...

Watches where I wallow, baby,

With her telescopic

Optic lens...

I'm begging every angel

Fix the heart she

Dare not mend...

Last night the thunder rumbled...

My poor stomach was in knots...

Last night the thunder rumbled...

My poor stomach was in knots...

I asked her if she loved me,

And she handed me my cot...

I got both my coat and hat on...

I can't see where I can stay...

I got both my coat and hat on...

I can't see where I can stay...

There's a golden gate I'm building,

And she's standing in the way...

Drinking from the sewer...

I'm under her control...

She watches where I wallow...

In dirt, or rocks, or snow...

Watches where I wallow, baby,

With her telescopic

Optic lens...

I'm begging every angel

Fix the heart she

Dare not mend...

5/24/25

Bunny Villaire

Edit #2

Clouds loom like a leopard,

Spreading outward like a fan...

Caked in dust

Within this teahouse

Somewhere in Japan...

Here the spirit grabs you...

Angel blossoms fill the air...

Crouched against

A bloody sunset,

This garden enclosed lair...

Please enjoy a tea with us,

Wait for pleasure...

Steep!...

There's a hole

Where we freeze time...

Sprinkled petals sleep...

Every steaming cup to lips

Will artfully smear lines...

Of bureaucracy rock pile that we

Desperately keep in mind...

Dressing down as every tool's

A necessary art...

Take it slow...

Follow rules...

Now let the sadõ start...

Where outside the other you's

A thief of defunct light...

Separate the bull

From shit...

Nearing in steady flight...

Please enjoy a tea with us,

Wait for pleasure...

Steep!...

There's a hole

Where we freeze time...

Sprinkled petals sleep...

Every steaming cup to lips

Will artfully smear lines...

Of bureaucracy rock pile that we

Desperately keep in mind...

5/22/25

Bunny Villaire

Edit#4

"I'm young inside this body..."

Said the old man to the teen...

"You see me as a leper,

But you don't know what I've seen...

...You don't know why each eye-

ball burns...

To you my skin is rotting...

I am a red flag that's unfurled...

A dying fawn that's spotting...

You'll never know my hidden fields...

My garden of lush fruits...

It's all just touch and go with you...

I'm like a show on mute...

The boy was so particular

On what he would allow

To cross his threshold of forbearance...

He was like some giant plow

That only saw the world as one

Which could be mined or tilled...

The old man stood for yesterday...

With modicums of guilt

The boy imagined this old man

As dead and in the ground...

The boy'd attain inheritance,

And staring at the mound

Of dirt that once was living flesh,

He'd separate his mind...

Compartmentalize his grief,

And as the cloudy sky

Began to gather darker fiends,

And monsters from lost years;

The boy realized that the grave

Had his name etched into stone...

The mournful evening drew to a close,

His jawbone fell like clay...

His arm fell off like a branch

Weighed down by a pine cone...

So soon he was just one big pile

Of dust, and splintered bone...

"I'm young inside this body..."

Said the old man to the teen...

"You see me as a leper,

But you don't know what I've seen...

...You don't know why each eye-

ball burns...

To you my skin is rotting...

I am a red flag that's unfurled...

A dying fawn that's spotting...

You'll never know my hidden fields...

My garden of lush fruits...

It's all just touch and go with you...

I'm like a show on mute...

5/14/25

Bunny Villaire

Sarah stood there with her back against the wall...

The people rushing by like vital signs...

The world, a giant bug against her glass...

Her pulse felt like a comet meant to crash...

What brought me to this bedside,

To this threshold of the world?...

I will die upon this desert

If you can't soften the churl...

The sweet intoxication that

The civil minded get

When they play out their next nightmare

On the unsuspected sect...

"O, God, help me to forgive them!...

O, please, push me from the grasp

Of unmitigated masses

Who beg me to yield so fast,

And say yes to what now passes

As a woman in this school,

And in magazines,

And corners

Where they

Sell the golden rule..."

She stood there with her back against the wall...

The people rushing by like vital signs...

The world, a giant bug against her glass...

Her pulse felt like a comet meant to crash...

...Just as Sarah felt her locker,

And it's sharp metallic edge...

It seemed many knew her combo,

But she couldn't divine the words

That were pouring out the recess

Of her garden so obscured

From her classmates and her teachers...

Such a barred and secret haven...

As a hand held out some lipstick,

Another offered up

A bag

So empty,

Someone said,

"This is the lunch we made..."

...And the dread kicked in like hooves,

Dipping Sarah into shadow...

There was sweat across her brow...

Just like a soldier,

Thrown in battle...

Sarah stood there with her back against the wall...

The people rushing by like vital signs...

The world, a giant bug against her glass...

Her pulse felt like a comet meant to crash...

4/29/25

Bunny Villaire

Edit #2

We've been drifting over a rift in time...

Sliding in and out

Of an interchangeable embrace...

Eyes like keyholes,

Hungry as they search...

Staring into night

We lose our sight for something full...

Spinning out of orbit...

Pass me a portion of your

Empty bowl logic...

My tongue is dry, and needs the

Sustenance of wolves...

What becomes of lives,

When we're deprived of fastened bonds?...

Lost to peeling paint...

We cast adrift where we consume...

Eyes roll back in head as red bloodshed

Of the sanguine flesh

Engorges us, and makes the fury of the mouth

Alternate to the magnet of a gaping wound...

The sun and moon become only finger food

When we don't know how to

Slow our breath,

And take a knee...

What's killing you

Is killing me, my dear

And it's the severance from all

That's holy...

You find it in the cool lagoon...

You'll find it in the passing breeze...

Pause in radiance, and catch the crease

Where darkened eyes can see again...

4/25/25

Bunny Villaire