Rabbits

mellow rabbits hop
around my mind
looking for the hole
in which to enter
and begin their journey;
but, the more I
chew up and swallow
their carrots, the more
I want to prevent
them from entering;
yet, no idea jumps
to the forefront of
my illusive imagination
as to why they want
to enter that which
is obviously not there;
eye bullets suffocate
the rabbits in mid air,
and we feast upon
their carcasses like
rotten savages, who
have no idea that this
would be their
last meal.

29Jun14