Bullets of Terror Pass Through Me

Random fire drives by,

pinches me by the sleeve...

Blood escapes from black spaces

unfathomed,

on the course to attention,

as I hustle and weave...

Keep heart-beat with my leg!...

Shaking shots up and down,

’til the night clicks it’s switch,

coming on like a twitch,

as it fits like a cast

over pockets of space...

...Hollow vacancy waits,

with those stars in my sky,

to become in it’s folding...

Like a finger that’s scolding

flying up, flying down!...

Getting stuck in my sound...

Bullet terror...Keep on!...

Never long in this world...

Being pressured too long...

Locking lips with dead birds

when the beat goes unheard,

while the herd closes in...

Random fire drives by,

pinches me by the sleeve!...

Blood escapes from black places

unfathomed,

on the course to attention,

as I hustle and weave...

...As I hustle and weave

over houses and trees,

with the wind and the clouds

’til my spirits retrieved.

©

7/21/20

Bunny Villaire