Existential Ache

(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...

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2017

Bunny Villaire