If You Shut Your Eye to Death, Then You Shut Your Eye to Life.
There's pleasure to
Be had in
Those split seconds
Of joy...
Though real life
Can be bad as pits...
...Jar us ragged,
To our roots!...
...We cannot
Shut our eyes,
As every writer
Must atone
For not facing
Her sore planet,
Also the greatest
King dethroned
If he shirks
From his engagement
With the one's now at
Death's door...
If you shut your eye to
Death,
Then you've shut your
Eye too fast!
...No, we can't
Shut off our eyes,
And wear the
White-out
Of the past.
OOH! OOH! DON'T SHUT YOUR WINKING EYES!...
Rolled by a unheard drum...
...The World Eye wants you dead-blind...
...But you can beat them
With just one,
Plus a hand tied,
If you wanna...
...Snap out of the postcard state!...
There is pleasure
In the dying...
...For now, and always...
Catch your fate!
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
Life’s reflections
In anxiety over this heart surgery
in dreams over the last few nights
my life has flashed before my eyes.
I even met people I didn't know
They were cool though.
The strands of the past slowly release
their grasp on those moving forward
With ease into the future.
But what does it mean?
Is this my final reflection before I leave or is it merely apprehension on my part?
Reflection of life.
~little wife lies
diary pages smell
like stale silk sheets
a marriage of dirty, wilted petals
& a dying summer
but she enjoys the chill
of winter more
the thrill of carving lines in snow
always makes her wet
as she spins like a half-lit star
on a northern dance floor
she is an august lemon, heavy with juice
& he cums in the shape of a god
as she worships
his dark night sky
her fingers find the form of his hips
& she falls away to yesterday’s knees
unzips wanting lips
to write throaty sighs on the shadow
of his thighs
her mouth opens
to hot silk milk of his veins
pulsing against
another strange headboard
another interstate motel
her nails trail the length of him
stretching to read his punctuated skin
remembering his braille spine
as she runs her tongue over
the curve of his moon
& swallows each
secret
endless
moaning
echo
then slips away
his salt, still on her lips when she kisses
her husband
goodnight
lah 10.13.11 ©®
