Pick out a Limb

Pick a limb to hang up your hide!...

Sink or swim...

Tonight's when we fly!...

For now we may dream...

For then we may die...

Pick a limb to show what's inside...

There's a time at night when

All you can hear

Are incessant buzzes

Of Angst Ants with spears...

Poking and prodding

Until you dry out...

Picked apart by

Diaphanous doubt...

Always a soft spot

Where we can recline...

Though life seems perilous...

Down comes a line...

Out in this pool...

In this ponderous pit

Where we thrash around

Like we're locked in a fit

Hugging the rung...

Very much like a bird...

Out on a limb while

The wind does it's worst...

Pick out a limb to hang up your hide!...

Sink or swim...

Tonight's when we fly!...

For now we may dream...

For then we may die...

Pick out a limb to show what's inside...

7/21/25

Bunny Villaire