Animals – 1: Rabbit

Evenings have turned to their strands. Leaving my hands wet of the manifold orgasms. I kept kicking the pebble and went where it went. Inside you. The clumsy face of our dead children. Careless kids. They’d always keep coming to us. Breaking into sobs as they spoke -

“Dad, Alice just killed me.”

“Johnny, you should be more careful. It’s a tough time we’re living through and we don’t have enough money for a brand new coffin.”

“But she told nothing’d happen. In the end you never fall.”

“What fall are you talking about?”, we would ask, concerned that he might have hurt himself. “Where have you been?”

“I jumped with her into the rabbit hole.”

Meta-

I’ve been singing into the depths of the night. Seeing them banging their heads into the blue. Until drops of blood would splash onto the bluish blue – making it turn purple. Purple. Perplexing. Dissimilar selves walking in and out of themselves. Trying to catch hold of the tears flowing from their bosoms. An investigation called past clinging onto the back of their tongue. Resisting their flow into the lungs and kidneys of being. The eternal darkness of metabolisms and metamorphosis.

I’ve been singing the songs of light into the depths of the knight.

Divorce

Within the sameness of her two palms rested his lonesome head. Perfectly balanced. And still there was no blood. Was he this anemic? The gunmen had promised there’d be blood. She couldn’t move until there was some.

She had checked this morning with her favorite machine – she had shed a few pounds.

Twenty-Nine

Between the evening and the night, one day, there was no dusk. And from light to darkness, the transformation had been so rapid that it hurt their eyes. They promised they would be blind by the next day after the first drops of blood from their eyes.

A rich man hired them by the news. His palace had twenty-nine windows and they made a great exhibition. Each of his windows had automatic blinds.

The Business Man

Lately, the sea in my head had become noisy. The waves broke breaking a few of my nerves. Anaesthesia flowed all through my body. Yet the doctors said that the sound was sound. It was a natural sound, they said. Meanwhile, the sea seeped into my blood. And a few fishes too, broke in. On silent nights I’d be woken up by the sound of their lovemaking.

I donated my blood a few days back and a fisherman’s life was saved.

Lately, he’s making lots of money.

Meta-

I’ve been singing into the depths of the night. Seeing them banging their heads into the blue. Until drops of blood would splash onto the bluish blue – making it turn purple. Purple. Perplexing. Unsimilar selves walking in and out of themselves. Trying to catch hold of the tears flowing from their bosoms. An investigation called past clinging onto the back of their tongue. Resisting their flow into the lungs and kidneys of being. The eternal darkness of metabolisms and metamorphosis.

I’ve been singing the songs of light into the depths of the knight.