the sad bunny

the sad bunny

aside from his whiskers
back folding knees and tall ears
he appeared as human as you and I
a compliment to you
(plus paws)

his breath sweet as lettuce
fermentation,
his walk-away
mellowed irregulation

walking way past the boundaries
beyond the barriers
the starscapes and exploding suns,
-oh never mind-

late adolescent rabbit dapper
of Université de Couverture Seul Il
located on an island on a pond on
another part of another island

unprepared for the air traffic to Island Strum
conical tower confuses the flight in of Bunny
and consort, a lady lanky and need to hide
protect and shelter her selves as well as new
whiskered protector.

the crash against wind and glass, native cuisine
in market unremarked by local media as there is none,
wake in surf of sauce and reddish ruddy juice
gravity enhanced for drip and napkin society.
this now a honeymoon slurp, the employer and dick
lick each others bi-species tendencies
they both feel

a disgrace, a found object that glinted,
Bunny and his lover’s revolting opinions
now lovers, kissers, door openers and
cigarette lighters,

Private Dick Bunny
Leaps,
Says YES as bunnies do-
the opposite that what is good for a god and a country
groom your ears, mind your tail

it was a tune in the bar, her leg out slit and reaching
”Bunny dear, Bunny,”
he always has shadow cast brow and diminutive eyes.
”Bunny dear, Bunny. Come to my Religion. It is a shore of bliss and reply to your every whim and kites are everywhere.”
Bunny considers the Eel wife’s invitation for this branded immortality…