Light’s Out

The tongue of the lock's

Sticking out as he slips

Deep inside her abode

Like a cancerous mold...

Not a neighbor aware

As he broods in her chair...

Waiting out his advantage

In the sultry night air...

There are revelers partying;

Kicking up their mad dust...

There are sojourners bedding

With elite upper-crust...

Just like gnats tappin' bulbs...

A car crash out of sight...

The outdoor carousal

Brillantly steals the night...

Smack back out of work

The decidedly wiped

Alice sends weary claws

On an abortive flight...

There is zero to grasp now...

She is stripped of all grace...

'stead of doorknob awaiting her...

Yawning caverns of space!...

She stumbles right down into

The slick spider's lap...

He's the Blue Collar Strangler,

And there's no turning back!...

She's got people that love her,

Tho she's not sure just where...

He's got nothing and no one...

He's the sound on her stair...

She is watching and screaming...

He is watching wild-eyed!...

Though engaged in their struggle,

Neither one of them rides

The white horse of the present...

They are frozen in time...

On a 35 mm film strip

They roll

Bound and gagged in their spool

Feeling magnetic pull...

She imagines the last time

Her Ex broke her heart...

He imagines his mother,

And her icy cold parts

As the dark floods the windows

Bleeding over whitecaps...

While he presses with skill

On her neck 'til it snaps

All the shrieks flow like honey

'til they've spilled from her jar...

She was waltzing with Death

Like headlights from a car

Pouring over a deer that's been

Frozen mid-flight...

Wretched slaves of night's venom...

Falling cold from the knife...

Are these real people playing

With death or just shapes?...

I can see shadows dancing,

Rising fast over walls...

She is painted in anguish...

He has gathered his shawl

As he fetches his web back

From where it was used

To abduct the dead Alice

From her workingclass blues...

12/9/23

Bunny Villaire

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