A Weekend Away From The Madness
If you ever want to take a break
From the most despicable Madness...
This addictive, yet antiquated
Thrill
Of rushing around from point A
To point B, to C,
And then to D
Until you spontaneously collapse like a
Hunter cat returning from your most Recent and grotesquely brutal kill...
Well, if the thought has ever crept into Your hazy up for rent mind,
Don't hesitate...Make a pit stop
If you're so inclined, and pull up an Old deck chair if you feel the air
Escaping from the cobwebbed tomb...
I'd like to make some notes with you...
Until the burning candle in your room
Has been extinguished by its Mounting pile of wax...
And by this time, your mouth on Mine...
My tongue exploring every molar, Front and back...
My free hand dancing down the Painted pattern on your dress,
And pretty soon your eyes might beg
For hands to open sesame and
Dive right to the throbbing waterhole
Of life...
Or maybe we'll philosophize,
And wile away the tender hours
Deciphering the time and space
We live in
As the Mademoiselle takes flight
And offers up her swollen soul
In this land of ice and snow
Where we're frozen from her Highness...
These brilliant flapping
Eyes of wonder that would so graciously
House a magic carpet which would drag
Our lowliness
Up, up into the swirling eddy of the
Night black sky
To deposit us a hundred years later
In the middle of the Californian
Desert with nothing but
Our chapped naked asses
Joined by complimentary strap-on
Smile...
If you ever wish for heady pleasures
That cannot be cleanly and so precisely
Defined by the confines of our current climate
I will be here and there and absent
From this littering heap
Of fertile dirt and
Mirth hat's left behind from the
Overturned window garden where the pleasant
Petunias were vampirized overnight
By some indecisively spiteful opossum...
...What a frightful sight indeed, I do
Declare!...
1/12/25
Bunny Villaire