“It’s a morning thought,” A fully clothed rabbit chuntered. I eyed it slowly, Noticing how its grin sloped And fire crackled in its eyes.
More derivation Of the cosmic mechanics. Multifunctional Dimensions emerge from an Old set of fractured factors.
I feel like flotsam After another stormy Night upon the waves, Turned over by the surging, Dashed again with the breakers.
Those punishing waves Returning my ruined memories, Smashing them across rocks And the shattered pieces are Evoking the dregs of those times.
The black, billowing, A rolled smudge, a smeared bluster, Pressing me into Another blind cul-de-sac, Another never knowing.
Winter trapped on a white Bauble, snow wrapped and bright. Outside the cold, fell sight Of the bleakest, blackest night Drains peace from the Christmas light.
Foolishly I wait, Hoping that the daylight will Give me another chance To witness, experience The colour and taste of dreams.
The without within, A burgeoning leaf of frost Blossom, awaiting Crisp moments of clarity, Blue as deep blue sea ice.
Cowering away From the ghost of a lover, Haunting me in dreams, Haunting me in the daylight, Longing for exorcism.
My pathetic shape, Hunched, like failure, avoiding Eye contact, hiding In slime pits of malcontent Obscuring the scars of life.