The Rabbit Hole

A flop-eared fuck of a rabbit ran on by,
tripping over me in his haste.

Never caring a wit in his bumping.

As if the air I occupied was insubstantial
and not worthy of one  of such good taste.

I hadn’t noticed the rabbit hole

But he just dove
on in.

Fuck that rabbit. I didn’t know
who he was.
Or why he wore a tweed vest
yet his little bunny ass was left to stick
out below.

I just saw a dark hole in the earth.
with nothing but a deeper darkness
within.

Fear clutched my throat
Words choked as I tried to yell

“What the hell?”,  at him.

Gurgling.
Leaving me burgling for time
trying to figure out my
life.

All the whys and wherefore’s
and whozits.

While the background receded,
the foreground contracted.
Leaving me in the tight middleground
of discontent, what-if, and
disillusionment.

I hugged myself tight, but it wasn’t cold,
that was just my soul
falling to pieces
as I tried to hold my self together
while I flaked away.

Go Rabbit, go!

You have the right of it.
You know what time it is; always.
You know.

So  go down that Rabbit hole
because you’re a fucking rabbit
and you know what to expect.

I wish I could go
but
I just fucking won’t fit.