Coming Through

Coming through...

Is it all coming through?...

Did you stamp from above

And push thoroughly down

So the image is rendered

And the cynical clowns

Will see your full intention,

So the caged bird can sing?...

Shit...there's not enough ink...

Start again from the top...

Strain your muscles again...

Makes sure tendons won't pop..

Watch the sweat rolling down

From your nose to your eyes...

Put your best effort in...

Smacking back those horseflies...

Coming through...

Is it all coming through?...

Have you questioned your motives?...

Is it for them or you?...

Fitting in is for square pegs,

It's for filling up coffins...

Make a stamp that will resonate

With a space you go often...

It must tickle the ivories...

It must blowtorch the locks

'til their barracks is exposed...

And those dangling bodies

Which were rotting for weeks

Hung by necks double knotted;

Are presently exhumed

For the mass populace...

When they see future follies

Will it change how they live?...

Probably not, doesn't matter...

You're too busy to grieve...

Keep on pushing, producing...

'til your calluses bleed,

And the sun fades to nothing

In the back of the sky...

Coming through...

Is it all coming through?...

Bunny Villaire

6/7/23