Seen Through Portal

I was taken aback...

Seen through a crack

In your

impossible dimension...

Whatever the word

my dearest Darling of the Ethers,

curling casually like a cat

upon a post...

Drink from the diamond rig,

and lend a hiccup to your throat

that brings the mildest milquetoast

a premature ejaculate...

He’s in need, and so are severed

dandelion heads, that are discovered

In great abundance ’round your nimble toes,

And scattered haphazardly at the foot

of the throne of some undeserving

child king who’s tantrum’s never ceased...

Staring with longing into this crease

I felt a tickle of a sneeze come on...

Should I assume the worst,

or let it run its inevitable course?...

A trickling stream is heard beyond my

periphery, and all the diving birds

crash and burn like suicide bombers,

opening and closing wings frantically like the

hungry tongues of fiery book pages snapping

at my throat in a state of seizure

like crocs posing at the Florida beach

begging to be photographed for a laugh

by a cheeky male tourist

in tight bermuda shorts

that show his protuberance and tells a tale

Of testicle strangulation...

It’s all perfectly arranged

beforehand for the cameras.

©

4/28/21

Bunny Villaire

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