Lucky The Golden Rabbit Skull

Lucky The Golden Rabbit Skull

By Alira Cohen 

I’ve been traveling with ions and zions.

I’ve been swimming in golgi bodies,

Killing and collecting neon raindrops,

Making castles with severed fishheads. 

 You look at me like you’ve never seen

A bumbling barbaric bar jack before. 

Am I not pink enough under my flabs? 

Do I not amuse you with my greased eye? 

My lip is popping with pistols plenty. 

Pustules perplex these impatient poppies.

And I bring them just for you, ungrateful. 

If I tell you it’s only whipped cream, will you?

The jack hammer jags the jackalope, fun.

It’s their summer activity, best be polite.

I slither like snails into the stews of shrews.

That’s shrews as in the stew’s at the zoos. 

Go on, make a soup of me, I dare you.

Find me flailing and clean my bones off.

You have no power here, no strength.

They’ll take your muscles pulsing for me. 

You laugh now, but sleep with fingers open.

These teeth are brushed and bent on biting.

You’ll wake up in the milky river, stunned sticky.

And it’s up to you to figure out what that means.