Heal Piggie ’fore she cracks!

Hyper as a habit,

Piggie was scouring the streets

late at night,

sniffing up the crevices and cracks

of the t.v. sets of neighbors,

and the tacks left out for bare feet...

...What was she seeking,

and why did she have such trouble

relaxing her rubber muscles

of the double-stitched brain stems?...

Stranger to the mirror!...

...lost and strung out on the flickering neon

that like a spear

pierces her in the wrong direction...

...chasing the white rabbit

of a crude inception

that would mark a darkened day

for all mankind.

Don’t let her go that way!...

Don’t let her do that thing!...

...but your eyes are sealed with the jellies,

and spoiled preserves that you've consumed...

...can’t you see beyond your selfish swill,

and strained nerves prodded from

sucking on the sweet teet of curdled milk?...

Why must it always be you or them,

or they or us?...

The jail bars crash upon your thrusting

erect lust which has no real restraint

except it’s limited escape route...

...down and out, Piggie's really packing!...

she's bound to crack before the blood-red sun peeks...

...Maybe you can feed her lack,

if you can see beyond

the pack-rat pecking order

that develops with each seeping hour that crawls.

©

9/4/19

Bunny Villaire

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