horse was evaporating in the middle of the sun.
horse was thirsty, and missed running over the hills,
then going full gallop over the flatland.
horse was remembering,
or trying to––he felt the rain like a prayer.
horse was daydreaming (still evaporating),
a metallic mosquito bit his neck, but instead of
drawing out his blood, it poured something into him . . .
and then horse was galloping into the center of the sun,
feeling the fire wash him of his pain, running into the center
of white-hot heat, where he went supernova
and was finally himself.
beautiful vanishing ghost of memory horizon sunlight fading to red then dark
beauty of wave tension crest yearning finally breaks down the whitewater roaring
like rhinocerous charging at a semi-truck on a two lane highway outside of Dodge
City. (not a lot of beauty in Dodge City… which is a good reason to get the hell
out of Dodge). Beauty thunderous whispering inside ear turn toward fire light see
something like epiphany or salvation like the memory of where you really are.
light. mosaic. pattern. neuron firing pattern. map. of thought.
repetitious nomenclature. semantics. hermeneutics. other words,
I have no idea of their meaning, except I worked in a bookstore . . .
neurons fire. and fire. sometimes the same path all day.
some find new trails. ideas. what have you. the point is. light.
chemical. electrical. synapse gap. spike potential. firing neuron.
signal moves on. down the line. then your arm moves. then you turn
your head. you see her. your chemicals change. destiny. fate. eternal
recurrence. blind chance. inevitable odds and/or biological imperative.
i don’t care.
i just meant the light. everywhere. the light from the stars. stars that blew up.
the particles circled around and found each other. got back together. again.
got dense. then denser. burst into flames. again. making more light.
those stars blew up too. that’s where the iron in our bodies comes from.
we are made of particles that got together. so they could ignite. into stars. giving light.
unimaginable heat. over millions of years. the sun. our sun. barely gets a chance
to know us. then we leave. flash in. flash out. flash bulb. neurons flashing.
guns blazing. ok. it’s amazing. amazing enough. we don’t have enough light.
to really read the situation. it’s dim. sometimes dark.
the sun says, hello. then we’re gone. and the sun says good-bye.
the sun says, come home. or. the sun says, well, little cherub,
what else you got up your sleeve?
little ears revolving––
lettuce lettuce lettuce––
let us pray.
bunny with white tail,
like a little cloud,
the loopy dream.
sassafrass . . .
brand new emerald
baby bunny feels so lucky
he has four rabbit’s feet,
even bunny feet
make him feel special.
down to the casino,
betting it all on red, number 27,
baby bunny toothache––
frozen dinner or split pea soup,
the complex matrix of
burns calories like
litmus paper in a bonfire . . .
it’s more than dinner . . .
it’s … illusion.
baby bunny jazzer
in a band downtown
goes in the back door from
the alley––doesn’t make
a sound until he gets on stage
and the blue light hits his ears.
then he blows his horn, man,
like a crazy-sad-sorrowful-blue,
and puts everyone back inside themselves
where they live.
baby bunny’s sister wanted to get her ears pierced.
mama bunny was against it,
it was a new thing in the bunny world . . .
all the young bunnies were doing it!
but the rabbits were not pleased,
––they make noise, said momma bunny,
all you need it to make it easier for wolf.
––momma, don’t be paranoid, said sister bunny,
I don’t want to live in fear all my life!
momma rabbit said, sister baby, you’re a bunny,
thre is a lot to be afraid of . . .
everywhere, every field, every shadow.
baby sister bunny laughed and laughed,
and then she got her ears pierced.
she hippity-hopped back home,
making quite a racket.
momma bunny sighed, and shook her head.
bunny in a strait-jacket.
bunny on thorazine.
bunny with complicated
things aren’t always
as they seem––little bunny
just follow your dreams––
“be the love you are looking for”.
the grass is so tall to the baby bunny,
like green skyscrapers.
baby bunny identity crises––
hearing how many rabbits there are and
how quickly they multiply,
it occurs to him––
if so many bunnies are being born . . .
why don’t you see them everywhere?
what does it mean?!
maybe this place really is dangerous!
baby bunny in a suitcase.
baby bunny running away to the circus.
running away from the green fields.
running away from momma bunny
and poppa bunny.
on an adventure.
a brave bunny, who must explore.
but what kind of place is the circus
for a little baby bunny?
the lions and tigers pace, restless––
thunder roars, hungry––
they look impatient. the elephants
are walking skyscrapers––or, really
more like whole city blocks––and
the horses are mercurial and lovely,
they are everywhere at once––
be careful baby bunny!!!
baby bunny wanted a tattoo,
he knew it would make his parents furious––
but, what was the big deal?
all the circus stars had them,
except the trapeze artists––
and some of them had tattoos too––
where you couldn’t see them so easy––
it was like a rite of passage.
appearing in the universe in three dimensions
after 14 billion years of appointments
and scheduled meetings and perparations
of every kind––materials all gathered
from supernova explosions etc. etc.––
not like you can go to the store––all the
various evolutions––and here he was finally––
baby bunny––for a limited time engagement.
bunny in a freak show
painted lime green with glow-in-the-dark ink
and food coloring––
it did keep the tigers from looking at him and
sniffing at him in that hungry way.
but it made him feel so dumb, especially
when the tent went dark and he was
the main attraction––a hopping green dot
in empty blackness. sometimes they played
the sound of Pac-Man during the show,
which seriously annoyed him to no end.
one night at the circus after bunny had finished
his hopping green dot in empty space routine––
(the kids went wild for it, and the parents
were always pleasantly amused)––
well, one night, as baby bunny
was leaving his dressing room with
just of few splotches of dayglo
green ink on his floppy ears,
he was met by a girl baby bunny
who had been waiting outside
to get his autograph.
baby bunny was amazed
to have a girl baby bunny fan––
she said she’d seen every show he’d done
while they were in her town––but they’d
only be there another day––so
she wanted to invite him over for dinner––
with her whole family, of course, and
baby bunny said, ––yes! yes yes yes!
baby bunny got on his baby Harley and
headed out with the rest of the circus,
leaving a red rose on the front porch
of the girl baby bunny who had been
his first fan––and his first date––
and his first love––and maybe,
when he came back through town
next year, he’d get to see her, and
their children, and their grandchildren,
and their great-grandchildren–– . . .
maybe baby bunny
wasn’t such a baby
not quite a rabbit––
but no longer a bunny.
did he want to stay with the circus forever?
the questions of life never stopped
expanding inside his mind.
the quote in #9 is a phrase I saw written in concrete
on the sidewalk, one block from my apartment,
I don’t know anything else about it . . .
you are love
you are loved
mistakes are not mistakes
victories are not victories
nothing stops changing.
wants to begin
just feel it.
stop holding back.
use the wings you got.
numbing it out
or hiding from it
tasting every morsel
every inch of you.
how can we see,
that we don’t see,
what we don’t know
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