Turn around and let me

See you!...

Show me every nook, and

Cran...

I'll shine a light into your

Recess...

I aim to find that hill

You can't...

Let's name this darling dip

Of you...

This passion pasture

That you missed...

I ache to worship what

Fell through...

That unnamed dimple

On your wrist...

Tonight the moon

Is shining down

Like some lost lighthouse

That scans waves...

It trickles through

Forgotten buildings,

Down railroad tracks,

And alleyways...

I search you up and down

For clues...

Just how does one

Shrouded in myth...

A creature so divine as you

Pass here among

The hearts that drift within

Our limitless wild wonders?...

A spectrum of unending atoms

Snakes out from eyes

Where spirits roam...

Like waterfalls,

And babbling brooks...

I am transfixed inside your glow...

You dazzle, and you hide your gaze,

But I'll still find a tiny breach...

I'll try until my dying day

To find that stone

Upon your beach

That lies out of your scope

Of vision...

Perhaps you think I won't succeed,

But at this moment I'm off sleuthing

With looking glass amongst the weeds...

Turn around and let me

See you!...

Show me every nook, and

Cran...

I'll shine a light into your

Recess...

I aim to find that hill

You can't...

Let's name this darling dip

Of you...

This passion pasture

That you missed...

I ache to worship what

Fell through...

That unnamed dimple

On your wrist...

Bunny Villaire

9/21/23

Edit#2

For Mavia

The high divide 'tween the Haves

And Have Nots...

The high diving threat

To fit in by code...

To the point of losing my

Personal headspace...

To the point of retiring

The depths of my soul...

Yes, this is what

The future doth hold!...

Here, in the Dead Lands,

Here in the Dead Lands...

Yes, this is what

The future doth hold!...

Here in the pasture

Where my present's foretold...

The fiery hoop that I dive through

With gusto...

I tear through red tape,

To bleed my last breath...

Like a guise that's required

By guards on their lunch break...

Drop dried guise in the flames,

Or I'm staging a theft...

Yes, this is what

The future doth hold!...

Here, in the Dead Lands,

Here in the Dead Lands...

Yes, this is what

The future doth hold!...

Here in the pasture

Where my present's foretold...

9/11/23

Bunny Villaire

Edit#2

Had a plan in mind...

It was...

Sure to change the game...

I aimed to turn the blood

To wine...

Pausing through the falling rain...

I knew that if I executed

This with all my will

The fruit that hung from

Your high branch

Would give me such a thrill...

And then

The gates would

Open up...

So instantaneous!...

But like my own

Worst enemy

I let the moment pass...

I hemmed and hawed...

It is my flaw...

That's when I heard

The Raven caw...

He cawed three times

And like a spell

The sand slipped through

My wishing well...

Had a plan in mind...

It was...

Sure to change the game...

I aimed to turn the blood

To wine...

Pausing through the falling rain...

Wouldn't make same mistake...

Caught you dead to rights;

That's when the wind blew

Through my room

And knocked out every light...

Your lipstick drank

My dirty glass...

Your silhouette

Hung round...

Inside this bottomless

Mixed drink

Is where my soul was found...

I hemmed and hawed...

It is my flaw...

That's when I heard

The Raven caw...

He cawed three times

And like a spell

The sand slipped through

My wishing well...

Had a plan in mind...

It was...

Sure to change the game...

I aimed to turn the blood

To wine...

Pausing through the falling rain...

9/3/23

Bunny Villaire

Edit #5

Locking lips, we slipped

By moonlight

Underneath the chainlink

Fence...

The hounds we're howling...

The spotlight drifting...

Spying through branches,

We took our chance!...

Why was it such a keen obsession?...

Was it the wind dancing

Through your hair?....

Was it the crickets,

Or your heavy breathing

Calming my soul at this thoroughfare...

We took our time at the House of God...

Out on the lawn, rolling through the fog...

We made amends by the statues and stones...

And in that wild bush, baby, so far from home...

Starting with sparks of exciting zeal,

Then reaching new pitches that drove us

To peel

Out of our clothes and then somewhere about...

The night's calling to us!...

She's sniffing us out...

Locking lips, we slipped

By moonlight

Underneath the chainlink

Fence...

How we desired to stake new

Boundaries!...

Hot-wiring mines by each honeyed

Gaze, and florid scent...

8/29/31

Bunny Villaire

Edit #2

Must we dance our game pieces

Over this neon lit stage

Of grief, and drama,

Again tonight, dear,

With the strange delights that we all

Deign to be real?...

Whatever makes the night stars shine

More brightly!...

Whatever rolls the dice

Raising prices on our heads

For the hunters

And the punters of the Afterlife Parade...

I taste it in my brimming bowl of tears...

And my second helping of Molotov Cocktail...

Please don't let the poison from the cities sewer

Railroad my chances of another year

With all I love, and all I dare to see...

The birds flit freely round my shoulders...

The boulders in my hot crossed brow

Bring out fresh strangled beads of sweat

That switch into a unhinged feeling...

Breaking ranks, forsaking sanctions...

What criminal has crept into my clothes

Overnight

And cost me dearly?...

All my bridges burned, and capillaries

Busted,

But still I'm lusting

For a seance with the ether, and the loam

To return me home

To what I feel...

8/30/23

Bunny Villaire

Edit #2

This composite drawing

Of my face...

Is the surface which we scrape...

At the Providence of

Passions...

We all bleed for human sake!...

This composite drawing

Of us...

Is a cold and meaty stare...

With the high beams on

All public knowledge

And the bias that is shared...

...Though beneath the hype,

Our fantasies of mind play

Quite a different note...

There's no black or white,

And the preordained

Are as lost as common folk...

Rampant beauty rounds

Each corner!...

There are treasures big, and

Small...

Far beyond these realms of prejudice,

We are naked, one and all!...

This composite drawing

Of my face...

Is the surface which we scrape...

At the Providence of

Passions...

We all bleed for human sake!...

This composite drawing

Of us...

Is a cold and meaty stare...

With the high beams on

All public knowledge

And the bias that is shared...

If we threw away the blue-print,

And the map for humankind

Could we stumble through this winding forest,

Breathing needles of the Pine?...

Every sunset that slipped past us...

All that moonshine that we missed...

There are skies that hold at least

Two of both...if not four, or five, or six...

There are lakes of purple water

Making flesh shine like gemstone!...

The picture of our lives reflects

A legend yet untold...

This composite drawing

Of my face...

Is the surface which we scrape...

At the Providence of

Passions...

We all bleed for human sake!...

This composite drawing

Of us...

Is a cold and meaty stare...

With the high beams on

All public knowledge

And the bias that is shared...

All the bleeding hearts, there's

A place for you!...

All the tall and small, and wide...

All the woman who disguise their pain

With a modicum of pride...

All the men who don't breed terror...

All the duel sexed organ souls...

All the gay men who raise children

In a world of jaundiced codes...

Divining on our Zion in the crack that nature made!...

Though the dirty road's devoid of signs

And so often lies unpaved...

This composite drawing

Of my face...

Is the surface which we scrape...

At the Providence of

Passions...

We all bleed for human sake!...

This composite drawing

Of us...

Is a cold and meaty stare...

With the high beams on

All public knowledge

And the bias that is shared...

8/25/23

Bunny Villaire

Edit#2

Outlined petals folded inward

Like the eye-lids of a sleeping doe...

Flower heads are shy, but heavy

With impressive accents...

Aromas wafted skyward,

By the eastern winds their perfume blows...

I was resurrected from a fall

In reverential self reliance...

Walking through a found bouquet!...

Shedding skins of former selves...

Take me as I am today...

Tomorrow I may drink the well

Of unrelenting currents that lay

Buried 'neath this surface...

Outlined petals folded inward

Like the eye-lids of a sleeping doe...

Flower heads are shy, but heavy

With impressive accents...

Sister Tree who fills the space

Where silence sups upon my soul...

Taking root, she navigates...

Electrically, she'll publicize...

...Her honest effort to disrupt

The sanctity of total oneness...

So stupidly I now portray

This mockery of nature's clay!...

Dismissing essentiality

For a speedy jaunt to ruin.

8/9/23

Bunny Villaire

Edit#2

Ascending from dark...

Toe strikes a supple sphere hard...

Shirking grubs, I flee!...

8/8/23

Bunny Villaire

I'd been back door bumming

For your love

Like a hyper, quivering beast...

With contention

I returned to the habits that secreted

Syncopation and peace

Worth having...

In a hopeless longing to descend;

Like the ragged remains of a drifter's husk

That had been repeatedly violated,

And discarded in an rush,

I took my leave in vain...

What seems fictional supersedes the actual

Intestinal tensions...

Coming in and out like some unmentioned disguised

Condition of distaste...

My stomach yearns a frequent pumping...

I chase

The lump inside your throat

Like tin cans

Down an artery of roads

To seize a frozen instant kiss...

What once was glanced in

Love

By cunning eyes remains

So cruelly dismissed and roped off...

Sentenced to a dismal rain ...

A sanctuary for loose soul...

Over the side-lines

Of what's tame...

We crooned and crashed upon

Wet bridges...

Like windswept drift wood;

The wind had tossed away

Our tinkered placement...

7/31/23

Bunny Villaire

The hunting dogs are out tonight!...

Their wet noses are poised at the cracks in the Pavement...

Their tongues are out, and their pointed tails

Are out, and ceaselessly wagging...

They want the Love that was ergonomically designed in Supermarket

Romance trash novels,

And Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks movies...

They want a British dandy like Hugh Grant

To tell us in his saccharine accent that we should

Purchase a four door designer vehicle so that we

May be prepared

For that unexpected moment when we meet

The Love of our life and elope from the burning trash heap of our lives, that couldn't possibly have anything to do with living in a Third World Country

That's masquerading as a 1st world power

To throw off the maggots and the circling buzzards overhead (too late!)...

The hunting dogs are out tonight!...

The hunting dogs get drunk tonight!...

The Love is there, but it's not what they're

Expecting...

The Situation Comedy that they yearn to slip into

Exists in full, but it's spearheaded by faceless Entrepreneurs;

Headless Ichabod's devoid of self awareness

But fixin' to ham it up on the role of a lifetime...

"What's my motivation?...Is it this handful of dust...

Or a thousand likes on my social media?..."

To be accepted is worth more then any gold,

But who holds the key that resonates?...

Who makes your melons quake, and your balls drop

Like concrete blocks of stone?...

The hunting dogs are out tonight...

They're stirring up a cyclone of trouble,

And their drink demands at the local brewery,

And, or sushi bar are beyond ludicrous...

They've got hunger in their kiss...

Drilling holes through clothes of meager

Waitresses who pray for decent pay to slave,

And sell their sex with fabricated eager cat's eyes

And shuttered souls that scream down tunnels

They've been sequestered to like herded sheep...

Tell me, where goes one to weep

When high fashion strength in numbers

Throws our primitive intuition

Under the wheels of the dastardly?...

The hunting dogs seek their game of

Cat and Mouse tail chasing...

Maybe they'll keep us on the rails,

Or trade their disconnect for feelers...

You never know when you're a crow;

It's either dodge the bloated

Gold surplus, or

Eat straight from a can...

7/31/23

Bunny Villaire

Edit#4