When Bonnie’s Off To Work
When Bonnie’s off to work it breaks
My heart just like a stone…
Cuz deep inside I realize
That every man’s alone…
And if each man’s an island then,
My hen must be Loch Ness…
I see her so informally
It causes me distress…
Aye, when she finally surfaces
It’s like a sweet sunrise…
Invigorates teutonic plates…
Beglamours ancient eyes…
She’s by my bink…She’s on the brink…
She’s coming up fur air!…
The black frost of my birk’s so wide…
Her gaze is long and fair!…
Like Cairngorm that’s baked in sun…
Alas she’s gone to tide!…
I doubt I see bricht face so long…
A tishie fur my pride!…
When Bille’s at the dock, bass cocks
Will crane an shift they necks…
As deep inside I ’ave espied
Each wank in time collects…
And half a lady fine as I
May be his work time bit…
Raises strain to cause brak skin
Bidden of more spit…
Mislaid boots darken my door
When will he busk my way?…
So shirley ill need brandy soon…
It’s by mysel I stray…
He’s by my bink…He’s on the brink…
He’s coming up fur air!…
The black frost of my birk’s so wide…
I feel his longing stare!…
Like Cairngorm that’s baked in sun…
Alas he’s gone to tide!…
He burns my howk when he is gone…
A tishie fur my pride!…
When Bonnie’s off to work it breaks
My heart with crashing farce…
She cannot see the state of I…
She’s fallen off my carse…
And though she’s just a mile away
She’s gone to her awerd...
As down I plummet gracelessly,
A waly to the bards…
With one eye on my watch and all
The thunner overhead,
It’s hard to think an that, an that
With my poor Bonnie dead…
She’s by my bink…She’s on the brink…
She’s coming up fur air!…
The black frost of my birk’s so wide…
Her gaze is long and fair!…
Like Cairngorm that’s baked in sun…
Alas she’s gone to tide!…
I doubt I see bricht face so long…
A tishie fur my pride!…
Edit #2
3/6/25
Bunny Villaire
(Help from Alex Newton on inspiring a few lines)
A Shadow In The Dark
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
Wings of Desire
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
War Between the Rich and Poor
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 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
Red Tape
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
It’s The Devil That Ye Don’t See (A Scottish Folk Song)
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