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Mudpuppy
This party was an absolute rager!...
I wouldn't dare shit you!...
I could tell by the mad hustle of
Frenzied feet,
And spidery legs that stretched above me
From the incoming guests as they filed in...
Bruna, and her partner
Troy
Had invited the bulk of them...
Many they had met on the beaches of Brazil...
Some were from the office Troy worked at making
Post cards...
Still others Bruna had drummed up from her dance
Classes...
I, with the view of a slug,
Had front row seats of all of their goings on
Down below,
As they leapt to and fro...
I could see the men:
The crotch of their pants or shorts bulging
With their throbbing clutches of liquid lust...
Some looking like the outline of smiling tropical fruit...
Others barely visible disguised bunches of
Runaway manhood...
The women:
Many of them not wearing any panties at all...
Some unshaven...some with full bush...
Their splashy dresses flashing me as they casually whip
Their bolting legs over my head...
Their pussy lips almost crying with anguish out to me,
Red and swollen,
As others remain tightly seized like choking corsages
On a shyly repellant wrist...
Still others snug in differing colors and stylings of lingerie
And panties, announce their presence in the evening...
While a few more just wear Plain Jane slacks or shorts,
Choosing to languish in a muted silence...
One Transvestite playfully tickles me with his
Orange feather boa,
And wrinkles his painted face into a smile
As the boa drapes down to the wooden floorboards
In which my body has been partially ensconced
In the center of the living quarters,
Save for my pumpkin shaped brownish shaved head,
My fingertips, and my
Flaccid cock;
Which guests are politely avoiding,
(For the most part)
With the casual aversion of one
Not wishing to see
A rather repulsive bug be squished
Thus causing a mess during their discordant soiree...
That is not a fair description, though...
They have occasionally tried to be inclusive,
And have occasionally made a game out of disposing
Lackluster party hors d'oeuvres into my welcome mouth...
I guess I am a bit of an eyesore,
But not many men are irrevocably
Fused with the foundation of the foyer...
I'd like to say I didn't choose my lot in life,
But name one who can claim
A lily-white spick and span
Interior of the everyday
World weary soul...
Bruna commands a heavy presence
With her rock-hard jaw and muscle bound physique...
Her tits more like pectoral objections against
Slovenliness, and lazy decorum of attitude...
Her perfection of the material even intimidates her herself
Ironically, and so she is quite meek in character,
And often let's Troy do much of the mingling,
While she trails behind him while all those that witness her
Reflect her in a prison of their
Deferential gaze...
Troy is the American import with wire rimmed glasses,
A seductive gaze,
And a mouth like a jackrabbit,
Always hopping from one thought to the next...
When the guests have finally become comfortable,
Settling like leaves on a restless Autumn day
Upon the ottoman, and the divan,
Or just sprawling out near me, by the glass
Coffee table
I finally feel more at ease...
Some play cards
While others chat in English, Portuguese,
Spanish, and Italian...
I only speak English and know a little
Bit of Spanish and Italian,
But it is so exciting to hear the fluid
Tongues mix and mesh and tickle my hungry ears
While the party dips and sways like a
Pleasant ocean wave
On a balmy day, as I fantasize of floating on my back...
It brings me back to how things use to be!...
Back when I was free and upright in my teen years...
I most often would ride buckled in my parents car
To and fro during Choir recitals, and
Interchangeable sport practices;
Be it Basketball, Footvolley, Judo, or Capoeira...
...Aye, but in between these structured jaunts
I would experience these ecstatic detonations
Of unbridled freewill
That propelled me into altered states of consciousness;
By simply sitting still or staring at a tree for twenty minutes
In a pronounced state of attention...
I wonder if any of these jaded party guests,
Who occasionally glance back at me with sympathy,
Or reviled expressions of disgust,
Have favored life so very much
As I did back in my glory days of yore...
...But now I am a creature of the floor,
And as the world continues with it's spinning
I speculate on how many more
Days of this existence I
Dare lead...
This static stationary life
Mostly so hard on me
Because I live with my heart planted so firmly
On my sleeve...
...If only I could deceive myself into perceiving
Life as dull as a butterknife and
Let it all slip right through my porous
Sewer grates...
...But that is not
Within my nature...
The party lasts all through the night,
And on into the late afternoon of the next day...
A bored couple even fondles my Rumpled
Stilt Skin, but they fail in their haughty attempts
Of arousal...
One taking me, and then the other,
Until in forlorn disgust
They dash me to the floor
Like a broken toy,
And move on...
The get-together was
Undoubtedly a success, though,
And I am quite excited for more in the future,
As I continue to sink further into the confines
Of the floorboards;
Another doomed debutante...
A sacrificial lamb leaning forward in anticipation
Of the modern age...
7/23/24
Bunny Villaire
Evensong
There is a whispering wood...
At a breakneck speed,
I am...
Weaving through stacks
Of trees, and tracking
An enigma that can
Not be seen...
...It's calling...
"Are you there?...O, can you hear?...
...For so long I felt your presence
From the back vaults
Of my eyes..."
Now on the hunt
I cannot seem
To upend or to capsize
The ponderous stone
That is
Your dwelling
In this hinterland
Of half-light...
Leave me with a chip or shred!...
Something I'll
Take home to bed...
Saturate me to the bone...
Heed my plea, so I can strive...
7/22/24
Bunny Villaire
The Illusion of Choice
A man picks up his phone,
And it feels like something new...
It's as heavy as a boulder,
Right behind him is the view
Of his city,
Wet from rain treatment...
As Phil turns 'round his phone
He's assured that it's indeed the one
That has been assigned by sight...
So it's Phil now at the window,
Gawking...
He is
Eking out the night...
...Beside him is a half a pint
That burns his throat when
Quickly drunk...
Downstairs upon his
Workbench waits
An envelope that's not been torn...
It's the voters registration letter...
All his family in that jagged tree
Has assured him that if he decides
On a candidate who is deeming to be
As a shining star for our countries vest
Then he's deigned to furnish
For the ballot box...
As you must lay down with a
Snappy thrust
What you think it's right
In a Swing State's patch...
This feeling of pure
Circumstance
Is a stirring jolt
Of a college thrill,
And it makes hairs dance
On the back of neck
Where they slide the pick...
Where they slide the pick...
O, If I were a Leninist
All dressed in black...
The ways I ache, and the lack of luck
Would just make my list,
And the coliseum
Where those runners run
Would add more to thought;
Never feel store bought
Where the crowds would come
When their underwhelmed...
For a quick bloodshed,
Or a bath and jack
Where we yank the fat
'til it's less then loose...
A man picks up his phone,
And it feels like something's
Older...
It's as heavy as a breaking sweat,
Right behind him is the closed out scene,
Wet from rain
As Phil whips 'round in shock...
He's self assured that she's been gawking...
Now he's
Eking out the night for spite...
A silent pistol shot is bled...
He can stare upon her ice white walls...
Her tits of parables and ferns in pleasant
Plaza window cases...
...Beside him is a half a pint
That burns his throat when
Quickly drunk...
Downstairs upon his
Workbench waits
An envelope that's not been torn...
7/13/24
Bunny Villaire
Shape Shifter
She's as feline as they come...
A lithe leg dangles from the covers
Unmasking as it hovers
Her flush of amorous erotical ascents...
The bushmen drew her neck upon their walls
After they had spent themselves, and dried out
Their reserve...
She funneled breath into their hands,
And made them understand
That there was more to foraging then simple
Stomachs could receive...
They would try to conjure her by evenings...
She's a monolith...
A crest...
Her essence resuscitates the ranks!...
Watch her as she moves with little strain...
A bird like no other,
Opening her wingspan on
The highest perch...
O, now she's burning...
She's a fire on the hill!...
...Take me lover, and I'll lay
My heart down at your feet...
You send me screeching to a halt
Each time
Our eyes by chance do meet...
Want to bury my head into your heat,
And open you to air...
Hear your singing voice ring out
While we ignite over the waves
That foam and crest
Just like your shuddering flesh
When I am kneeling
On your stage...
7/12/24
Bunny Villaire
For Mavia
Art by Tatsiana Yelistratava
A closer look...
The man walks up, and stands by a lake...
Man standing by a lake looks down...
The lake is clear...
The lake is wide...
It stretches like a flat cool blade
Out into distant horizon line...
Ir seems so calm...A bird flies out...
There's stones beneath it's still, wide face...
Red, green, and brown...kelp floats about...
Uh oh...Here we go!...
The lake is doin a jig, hey, shit...
A swirling eddy has opened up and the man's becoming
Fascinated...
"What's this he says?..."
A funnel spout of water ripples; wraps around
Like arm in arm...
The sun reflects in spots, and shimmies...
His mind's eye dances down the drain...
There's writhing fish, and algae, coral spinning
Within the soup that's churning mad...
The man is in vortex of thought...
Watching colleague stretch her back...
She asks him why he asks such things...
He tell her cuz he thinks too much...
He's on his phone; chats with his boss...
His boss tells him he'll pay his miles...
A rainbow fish brawls with the tide...
Man feels an ache within left eye...
His boss tells him record your miles...
Fat sun now dips like tongue of dog...
The man is plunged down in the eddy...
Maybe he'll come out other side?...
He fights the onslaught of swirling pools
That soak his jacket, and fill his shoes...
While death is nearing, a voice approaches
Out of the darkness...so warm and rich...
It sounds quite husky, with cave acoustics...
It asks him with a funny swagger
To let his last breath free and come...
Share in the new life at the bottom...
An epiphany he'd never guessed...
The sunset cascades out from water;
Changing the sky from blue to gold...
The boss's voice from tunnel echos...
"I want to pay you...Just chart your miles..."
The lake is clear...The man is gone...
Two birds fly in and skim the waves...
7/9/24
Bunny Villaire
Night Toucher
I saw you crawling
Here and there
Amongst the graves of man...
I called you back...
Your face was rare...
The blood from my veins ran...
A parasite with cup
Shaped mouth!...
A man with insect eyes!...
You wore a penetrating gaze...
That tripped all
Wires inside...
Both bulbs upon your
Puckered face
Held static left and right...
I felt that I'd
Fallen asleep,
And woke up in a fright...
...And sure enough,
Right there I was with
Cold remote in hand...
I lay upon my bloated couch...
An exile from
Far off lands...
The TV stared me down
So bright...
I felt it's toxic touch...
I'd fallen hostage overnight
Like some
Anemic lush...
Just where were you,
My windblown heart...
My star-eyed, lone wolf girl?...
You left me tossed
Down in the dirt...
My corkscrewed mind unfurled...
I lost my license to survive...
I drifted over waves...
Upon a stormy baleful sea...
I struggled on for days...
When oil clouds and tempest cleared
I came out with resolve...
...Now here I am,
On my two feet!...
I walk with sailor's gait...
And if I cross you
On the street you'll
Come to know your fate.
7/7/24
Bunny Villaire
Play Me Chords
You can drag me by the heels
All the way from here and there...
You can sandwich what you feel
Inside the confines of your lair...
Shoving money in your pockets...
Filling bags for future vaults...
...But there's something so elusive
That gives chimes a nighttime waltz
And the boy with brown skin knows it,
While the girl he's courting comes...
To be swallowed in the darkness
Where their cosmic pining runs...
Play me chords to ride tomorrow
When my glass is lashed by rain!...
Play me chords that defeat sorrow
And remove the heavy strain
Of this burden, and it's cousins
With their multitude of gills
That deprive a man of breathing
'til he's free of earthly ills...
You can send your thugs of torment
To come down upon my head...
You can summon me to trial,
Taking care my rights are read...
All the legions of your lesions
Only manifest in droves....
...They'll return whipped to a foment
That will massacre your pose...
Look no further to the future...
There's a testament that's right
Opened, as it floats above you
Always level with your sight...
Play me chords to ride tomorrow
When my glass is lashed by rain!...
Play me chords that defeat sorrow
And remove the heavy strain
Of this burden, and it's cousins
With their multitude of gills
That deprive a man of breathing
'til he's free of earthly ills...
As all prophesies play out
From the tiny to the tall
We are led to this arena
Where all dominoes may fall,
But the guards they have patrolling
Fall asleep from time to time...
...We will rise, and make a motion
As the pregnant sun declines...
We just need a toothy soundtrack
That will gather ears of corn...
It requires an alliance
With our earthly flesh and Lord...
Play me chords to ride tomorrow
When my glass is lashed by rain!...
Play me chords that defeat sorrow
And remove the heavy strain
Of this burden, and it's cousins
With their multitude of gills
That deprive a man of breathing
'til he's free of earthly ills...
7/7/24
Bunny Villaire
Condemned To The Rails
Stranded, sitting by the railroad tracks for hours now. Sprawled on a sloping hill, and watching the sun melt. I've been pining for her, and questioning what I'd have done differently. Draped in shards of twilight; the moon braves its ascent into the night sky. Surveying the moon I see Jane's face. She's the only one who ever gave a damn about me, and man did I love her more than life. She didn't give a shit that I didn't have a job, and my life was hanging by loose threads. I really screwed the pooch though.
7/3/24
Bunny Villaire
Midnight Owls
The horror in being alive has diminished for the time being...
Tonight I step into the cool lagoon of nighttime and shadow
With a heart that shares my home...
Her eyes are veiled so I cannot see the underside,
And how they slip around beneath the lids
Like the webbed back feet of frogs
Draped upon slippery stones
Partially submerged in water...
We feel each other though, through the many
Closed doors,
Living as one heart
That glows like the lightning bugs
That bounce around our
Huddled bodies
As we sit here in a neat spot underneath a tree
Somewhere in the park at night...
The grass is glistening with dew...
The darkness makes it shimmer, and stick out
Like precious diamonds...
Her lips part slowly, and her eyes gaze into mine...
A sloping hill to the left can be seen in the distance;
Above the hill are the passing cars
Occasionally pouring their gigantic pools of
Luminous headlights over our heads
As we embrace, and kiss,
Sharing the living heartbeat of the eternal night...
Passing it around from body to body
As our tongues lock and unlock,
And our hands brush against our softly stirring flesh...
We are making love, though both of us are dressed
In the marina of the night...
The safe harbor of a touch
Done with spontaneity and risk...
In the middle of our bliss
While the midnight owls
Study us with interest...
7/1/24
Bunny Villaire