Asleep At the Wheel

I have nothing to eat

But Jesus, and his 

Multitude of soggy 

Misrepresentations...

...There's a Tulpa 

For every chrysalis,

And tonight we'll 

Go out swinging...

Dance with me

To the sirens, 

While we still have

Breath to spare!...

...You've been cruising

On the notion

Of tomorrows

In your lair

Where you'll recline

In finest comfort

Barely blinking 

At a past

That you've cruelly

Devoted 

To cataclysm 

Of the mass. . .     . . .     . . .     . . .

,,,

but I'm waking 

from this terror now!...

...Why did I trust

Those eyes

That led me down a

Primrose path 

Of trespasses, and

Lies?...

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2017

Bunny Villaire