an ode to jack rabbit
i'd rather lay down and burn the wicks to the very tips
melting the waxes to their original forms and their ashes
leaking gray and white from their fingertips and paint bristles
then make anymore prism connections to the dollar bill.
my black rabbit.
where have you all gone to since the sun has arisen?
the rising sun makes for many a splendor
and even a few vows at times
and gosh, i sure do love to put on ties
so tie me to the steering wheel my love
and give me a pair of wings if you wish
and point me in a direction my dearest catch of a fried fish
for that matter it doesnt have a decisive manner
and if it were to blow, this trumpet would paint no banners
and if it were a dark shade of sea blue or green breeze
it wouldn't make a droplet of a difference to me
even if you count the numbers, thered be less than threes
but only if you can sea the link between your rainbows & your abc'z
my dearest snow leopard.
<3
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melting the waxes to their original forms and their ashes
leaking gray and white from their fingertips and paint bristles
then make anymore prism connections to the dollar bill.
my black rabbit.
where have you all gone to since the sun has arisen?
the rising sun makes for many a splendor
and even a few vows at times
and gosh, i sure do love to put on ties
so tie me to the steering wheel my love
and give me a pair of wings if you wish
and point me in a direction my dearest catch of a fried fish
for that matter it doesnt have a decisive manner
and if it were to blow, this trumpet would paint no banners
and if it were a dark shade of sea blue or green breeze
it wouldn't make a droplet of a difference to me
even if you count the numbers, thered be less than threes
but only if you can sea the link between your rainbows & your abc'z
my dearest snow leopard.
<3
db