Rabbit In The Kitchen -

It was the best fist to kiss

A hand on a hip that you couldn’t resist

A light from on high that knocked you to the floor

I saw lips shattered and diced

Rose from the ground and descended twice

Spun into the makings of all that I’d behold

All things are forgotten again

Hold them in air and you watch them spin

Rattle like a bag of hooks under my arm

They live in a wet sky falling

They live in a beat-down bum

They live in the dirt under a stone

It speaks from the side of my mouth

It’s all in knuckles, nails and thumbs

It takes a little step at a time

It speaks of perfect names at once

Holding six inch in shivers

Sun was as pale as a god

Smile and your face is a river

Sky is peeling

You sing forgotten songs

Rabbit in the kitchen with a new dress on

Rattle like a bag of hooks under my arm

I saw lips shattered and diced

Rose from the ground and descended twice

Spun into a face carved perfectly in stone

Holding six inch in shivers

Sun was as pale as a god

Smile and your face is a river

Sky is peeling

All of the deep over-spilling

Out in the open again

If heaven is ready and willing

Brotherly feelings