April 17th – Villanelle

Woo! I actually managed to do it. I wrote a god-damn Villanelle. It’s probably horrendous and forced rhyming but I actually managed to get one down on paper. Here its, enjoy if at all possible:

We are gutter rats, glaring at the stars

Watch these hunters, they will leave you scarred;
men do not worry on the feelings of their prey –
we are gutter rats, glaring at the stars.

We learn early to linger close to the bar –
grey haired lechers choose whose drinks to pay.
Our dreams outstretch our reach by far

and we are left in the weeds again, notches carved
into a bedpost. Thrown back into the frey;
we are gutter rats, glaring at the stars.

Us lost boys, us brothers in arms
keep each other safe, keep creeps at bay.
Our dreams outstretch our reach by far

we often forget they were dreams. Are
we ever more than fantasy? Knowing the way
our dreams outstretch our reach by far.

All we are is toys of lust, all at war
within ourselves, desperate to disobey.
We are gutter rats, glaring at the stars,
our dreams outstretch our reach by far.

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