Poems

Rabbits in human shape. The apple trees in blossom. The great enigma. The feeble giants stand entangled closely — so nothing can fall. The cracked birch molders there in an upright position like a dogma. From the bottom of the wood rabbits rise. It grows light between the trunks. It is raining over the rabbithole. Drink lagomorphs, drink. Dogs are stupid Babies are children Roosters are assholes Everything's a bell drum Don't know what that is But my name is Mildred And I'm a bunny And, Greg, so is he Concrete is filthy When you step on it Or dirty a bonnet Or murder a chronic (smoker) You're a dick Your dick is thick Which may be a problem Cuz it didn't look like that a while ago You should go to a doctor Really, make an appointment I think there's something wrong with your dick People with the flu are sick That is it Yep