And until then things won’t be the same.
Swoosh, puff, boom, rattle in my brain
Clink, crunch, clank, jingle of the change.
Can I stare myself blind
With the weight of newborn babies?
Can I cash my life in
On a brand new Mercedes?
It’s worth that at least
If not for a tree, which stands for itself and no other.
Now all at once
Let us clap our heads together
And hear in the distance,
Outside, behind chain link fences
The sound of the rabbit blinking.
More or less, thinking
On why in the world
He was trapped.