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Cover image for post The Cities Clock is Losing Face, by Bunny
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Bunny in Poetry & Free Verse

The Cities Clock is Losing Face

She slips between the shadow beams,

And with each move

Staccato shrieks reflected off

Metallic tops

As she goes on

This power walk

Strategic as her search for cover

Aims to hide a pretty face…

Pools of dark pour down through trees…

Like rats perpetuate disease

All bars, locked schools, and swollen stores

Have closed the temporal portal where

The mice are trained to run this maze

To snatch a prize from softened hands

Who built the project all to scale

All part of some cruel butcher’s plan…

The shells of business pale behind

As heels go slap with quickened pace…

There are so few upon her trek…

Hot eyes burn through her where she’s seen…

With sense of awe, and naked lust,

But by the time they think to rush

And spill her soft-skinned applecart…

She jumps and dives like there’s a song

That plays to guide her to her truth…

So few can see it; walking aloof…

…Bang into walls affixed to schemes

Always a woman on the scene…

Night Flower fragrant with her sense

Of diving off assembly lines…

The men who thought she could be bought

Are now forsaken by their shrine

That they assumed had just conked out…

By fools with options to foreclose…

But like a bat that won’t stay boxed

She only fits the modeled pose…

All of the rest has been thrown off…

She never leaves a ringing trace!…

Just like ascetics with barbed belts

The cities clock is losing face,

And while she wavers through the dark

Into another haunted park

She finds a loophole in the dusk…

Evaporates with morning dew…

The hands upon the clock has stopped…

The night-tide takes her by the hand…

She slips between the shadow beams,

And with each move

Staccato shrieks reflected off

Metallic tops

As she goes on

This power walk

Strategic as her search for cover

Aims to hide a pretty face…

Pools of dark pour down through trees…

Like rats perpetuate disease

All bars, locked schools, and swollen stores

Have closed the temporal portal where

The mice are trained to run this maze

To snatch a prize from softened hands

Who built the project all to scale

All part of some cruel butcher’s plan…

7/30/25

Bunny Villaire