Black Rabbit — A Sub-atomic chapbook
Fighting the oligarchy one bunny hop at a time.
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Black Rabbit
Eating dandelions
near the swing set
outside the laundromat.
He won’t run.
I am a box
with a carrot inside.
I am a blanket
of strawberry plaid.
I am a picnic
near an abandoned
firetruck. He runs now.
He is wild.
Lute Broadcast
The slow part
makes me think
of a donkey
forced to carry
broken shards
in a burlap sack.
Owls
We burned twigs
in the park’s barbecue.
We roasted hot dogs.
It was late September
and night came earlier
than it did in August.
We watched the embers glow.
The train from Denver
no longer stopped in our town.
We sat in the park
with no train whistles,
but we watched the embers
and felt the owls fly
above us.
Dreaming on Amtrak
The music pursues
toads over rotting logs
and vast forests of mushrooms
The train waits there
for seven hours
No one knows why
Finally a sailor
gets up from his seat
and tracks down the conductor
Something about a bridge
Something about
a missing rail
Golden Hour
Suddenly it is one o’clock. Where
do we go? The sun follows us everywhere.
What if we could follow the sun?
At 6 pm, late September, it is
the golden hour: everything is
silhouetted in a haze of gold.
What if we could always follow
the sun, the golden hour, and be
bathed in gossamer dream light?
