As for the rabbit, Alice?

Keep your eyes on the cocky boy in the oversized coat and top hat

The lucky devil, I think now, as the inevitable third party

Krill
Drill
Shrill
Thrill

In my vanilla-bean beehive
with a topknot pillow

at least once

life continues

where was the silver spoon?

was it always this hard?

the wet horizon pours out
draped in fish
down to the seed
rather than transcendence
As for my emotional home, I’m lost
without geohistory and mythopoetics
where I wanted to collapse into your dreams
once you came

barking crows
whims of courtly love
course you hate being ordered about
marble, limestone, granite, ice
soapstone as a handyman’s tool
sweating came much later
to this cold-blooded frame

natchurrally, I’d drive the tractor, back up skillfully, too
as I’m still flat, flattened, corn, soy, wheat to the core
plus hogs and cattle. As for chickens, you need
justly one rooster
let me cackle, however faintingly

never intended to become this monkish

or wrote on the wall

now

regarding my social or love life

or worldly rage

Winter Storm Watch

Slow Emergency