Close Shave

If Time needs

a barber

we are the knife...

Cutting close

at the stubble

though our aim

may seem subtle!

...We'll turn back these

Grand Daddy hands,

with fervent amour!

...running in and out

of our own

Time loop...

Saving seconds

at the family store,

off Ol' Shaver road

We got the best

swivel seats, baby

that Papa O'Clock  

ever did know!

360...

an old Cop 

on the beat 

was bit with

curiousity

checking out

our Mom n' Pop shop

and couldn't find

a hair misplaced,

or going out of style!

...It made him feel he

may have missed a trick,

so he headed home to bed immediately...

...He was gone by morning,

they said he had bled out

overnight...

Momma Terra's

so handy now

with her razor,

that every person smiles...

...She caught us on the

upswing with both her

steady well-versed hands

We're still slicing through

the bolts and wires

in this coffin of lost hours...

No one's watched how to freeze

the gears of time,

though they've muted it's death rattle

so the people in the stands don't know

stench of catastrophic cattle...

Rotting in this pasture field...

Aching if we all conceal

every card forevermore...

Time needs shearing...

On all fours,

begging for a righteous tanning

'fore it shambles off to die.

Twilight of the Murdered Many...

Eyes pick roses from night sky.

©

Bunny and

Mavia Villaire

8/20/20