(When you ache

In the veiled

Places

That you never 

Would have

Guessed...

...When life

Demands a

Virgin gland,

And your 

Sensing some 

Duress...)

I want to live

In the open-air...

...Furthest from 

The city's

Edge!...

...Chalk-lined

Burg 

That solicits mange...

...In the rig's entrails,

Bouncing with 

Loose change,

Are the poor,

And beaten

Who accept their

Fate...

...And the one's

Who don't...

Cracking dinner

Plates 

On their tainted

Scars

That have yet

To heal...

(When you ache

In the veiled

Places

That you never

Would have

Guessed...

...When life

Demands a

Virgin gland,

And your

Sensing some

Duress...)

...Yes, I've rolled

Out

With this reflex...

Not convinced

That my confines

Of store displays,

And smokestack

Greys

Are what the

Dawning 

Had in mind...

...And the Alpha,

And Omega

That I wrestled

From your lips

Still proceeds 

To throw 

Cold water on 

How I'm feeling

Quite amiss...

©

2017

Bunny Villaire 

The digs were grueling yet mind numbing,

the sweltering heat, a catharsis for the body 

Plodding hand plow, dredging up dirt in fold over piles, 

Rote mechanics spilling over splinters upon weeds 

The sweltering heat, a catharsis for the body,

Calloused skin melded into wood, dripping brow, 

Rote mechanics spilling over splinters upon weeds,

Sweat, the tears of labor, watering the soil 

Calloused skin melded into wood, dripping brow,

Parched ground, a forced precedent to the souls thirst, 

Sweat, the tears of labor, watering the soil ,

Building upon days, time the only benefactor of barren pantries, 

Parched ground, a forced precedent to the souls thirst,

Poverty etched in every root and limb,

Building upon days, time the only benefactor of barren pantries, 

With thinning harvests and sinewy wasting, hunger was an indisputable  promise for tomorrow

I can't do this. I can't.

Of all days, of all the many, unimportant, mundane days to chose from, it was today.

My fucking wedding and I'm stuck in the changing room like a stage frightened little child. I couldn't calm down. This was a huge thing. Living your entire life with someone. Sharing everything. It was terrifying and everything was coming down and I couldn't breath right and the tears won't stop and I feel awful cause it's probably messing my make up, smearing it this way and that.

But I had to do something.

There are people out there, waiting for me. Waiting for my answer.

Oh god.

And here we are again

Watching these phrases and inspiration

Disintegrate behind tired eyes.

My heart evades,

And my mind rebels.

Maybe tomorrow I'll have a better story to tell...

you thought i was

tattered lace and

wilted flowers,

an easy fix of

stitches and sun

but i will take

the needle and

leave you the thread

to reopen wounds,

i will blister

my hands

to grasp the sun

and blind you

so you never think my

tattered lace and

wilted flowers

are an easy fix of

stitches and sun,

so you never think my

open wounds and

blistered hands

are the sinless scars of

purity and love,

so you always know i'm

a monster

in tattered lace, and

i will eat, i will eat

your tender heart.

The moon sets in timelapse

over the silhouette of the woods

like a child's eyes when she's falling asleep

The clouds drift slowly

into her dreams

Before Time knows its place

Before Love knows to leave

So peaceful is the tune of the abandoned piano keys

Fingers stiff with motion

Clock like a woodpecker piping

Words and that persistent green light

bouncing in your eyes

and waiting upon your back

You tear out the ten pages

and shape them into tired cranes

beating weakly in the heat

of the green light

Silky smooth in paper cup,

I sip 'til you are all drunk up.

Notes of spice and sweet enticing

sugar is just so inviting!

Warm, dark liquid wraps itself

'round tongue and teeth 

and starts to melt

down throat to coat your coldest part

hugs your tummy, warms your heart. 

What have I done to deserve this favor?

Yummy drinks of bold flavor...

You, dear drink, I'll always savor.