Wednesday, April 12, 2000

Story: Lonely Rabbit

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this is that sort of drawing
where you start somewhere...
like the eye, and then start drawing around it
and keep going,
until the paper is pretty much filled up.

The last neon sign suddenly went out
Over a corner grocery store
In a small town in Illinois.
The Blind Watchmaker;
Blinded with the love of burning shoelaces
In a dish of Vanilla Icecream--
--Shaped like The Planet Venus,
Had only a discarded hamburger in his pocket
As the van he was riding in pulled past the tall building
That held the two missionaries from
Robert Blakes Museum of Skinny BareArmed Girls.
He could see them ( with his third eye ) doing Yoga like bending exercises
Tor preadolescent artists through the huge, uncurtained windows,
Two stories below the highway overpass.
In a kitchen beside the blinking lights of an abandoned school bus,
A lonely rabbit waited for the refrigerator door to swing shut.
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