pssst listen a cloud respirating
it’s the wind sighing, “You’re mine”
a woman’s vibrato could be sadness in a real world
am I stepping into a soul?
carbuncled cheeks a shivering chin
absent sky absent life still life
my toes sanded gray ten wiggling stones
deciphering the language of seals
rumours rise on a bench the now a honking overhead
a flickering V hurriedly ink-brushed
pierces the blue that ocean groans have frayed
no matter the pitted grass footfalls crackle on brittle heliotrope limbs
in the eye in the end
on the beach
Fairies left gifts here beneath the tree where she dreams. Which to choose. A trinket of wood? A trinket of gold?
through the leaves
for the hell of it
for the weight of yourself on your knees
for the whispering sigh of your voice escaping
for the sourness of hypocrisy pickling your tongue
for the darkening thoughts pooling like sludge in your heart
for the tangled dreams that strangle your sleep
for the gods to suit up for the team
for something besides the news
not a cloud
in the sky
1. Underground they stay up late because the longest worm is the one that sleeps in.
2. Pulling yourself up by the bootstraps is a clear sign you need help.
3. If you have a rock garden, the greenness of your neighbor’s lawn is beyond compare.
4. In a secondhand bookstore, the first thing you should do is judge a book by its cover.
5. I’m happy to say that I don’t know if ignorance is bliss.
my heart on the back
of my hand
I take my heart out of its box, dust it off, and fluff it like a pillow. The musty smell of old dreams permeates the room. Later, the good wine gone, we feel the future expand, but our plans grow bigger until we can no longer imagine them.
I put my heart back in its box. It can’t take anymore.
(beat; licking a finger to make the glass sing)
As the ooze cooled, joints jutted between long, smooth slopes. An unforgiving fragility to climb.
a meadow sweats
til the avalanche
The biproducts of entropy and enthalpy. Spinning seasons. The frameworks of ecologies and orbits. Our dance and the many ways we speak.
fingertip living the curved hand galaxy
From this date – September 15 2020 – the new email address for The Other Bunny is: tob(at)megaga(dot)dk