What went so wrong in your life, little rabbit?
why do my headlights beckon you so?

why do you long, long, little rabbit
to be swept violently undertow?

my heart goes out to you
i sigh
as the thought plays
behind my eyes

you furry little guys
coming home, beating wives
hating lives, thinking twice
living lies
you capsize

is that why
you want to leave it all behind?

life goes on, bunny buddy
take that to heart and grow

my night filled with swerving
and shaking & braking
ends more than
your "right now" problems, *you know

Spill over the top,
let me drink your insides so they become mine
once more.
We were all the same once but that was before
our parents decided to donate fingers
to the place on their gravestones engraved
forever yours.

And I still see you sitting there
pipe in hand
burnt lavender floating through your veins
just how you floated through mine
every day when we were a lesser age.

You're the only reason I am,
and I am nothing.

I laid out a smooth brown blanket
to comfort the scales
flowing through my laptop speakers
five hundred and thirty-two times every second.
Two more times is disarray,
One hundred less leaves you crystalline,
like water,
pouring from the sink
into tupperware cups,
gurgling,
heated,
tea.
We both just need a little tea.

Is the moon tired? she looks so pale
Within her misty veil:
She scales the sky from east to west,
And takes no rest.

Before the coming of the night
The moon shows papery white;
Before the dawning of the day
She fades away.