Where There’s a Will

Wrapped up...

Trapped in words like

Webs...

She shuts an eye to you,

But still

The light pours through

Her windowsill,

And drags you out the

Gutter

Like a listless empty bottle

That's been traded

Hand to hand

From every broken, lonesome man

Who wants for nothing,

But one kiss

Upon a hopeful night of black

Out in the city

Of cruel steel,

Where deeper still there

Lies the chance

For a creative fresh upheaval,

Brand new rebellion of the soil!...

Dream with me, and see this

Bridge!...

The edge of consciousness

Will switch

For every upturned rock,

Or stone...

It comes with kindness,

Well stretched bones

Will feel a tendency to snap,

But don't allow the mirror

To crack,

Unless you want a second

Self...

This can be useful in itself...

Wrapped up...

Trapped in words like

Webs...

She shuts an eye to you,

But still

The light pours through

Her windowsill,

And drags you out of

What you know...

Be it the drug,

Or magnet pull...

There's always some new

Sleight of hand

That teaches you to understand

Inside this origami gift...

The future lingers

In her lips,

But also sings out

From the coast...

You have to ring the Holy Ghost,

And make a burning choice tonight...

It's always you who knows what's right...

8/14/24

Bunny Villaire

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