—RABBIT RABBIT

 

  

Writing Room

 

This room 

must be jinxed 

belligerent 

unbecoming 

bulimic

with eyes

in the windows

ears in the walls 

a maw with flames 

curling up its throat 

and there’s no escape 

no excuse will work

my feet are tethered 

by the jaws of a rusty anchor 

otherwise I’d leap

through the glass 

do a swan dive without 

ever looking back at 

the blank screen 

the destruction and blood 

or my desiccated shadow

if I could breathe

I’d scream

even though I’ve 

forgotten how

the clouds stitch 

a message in Morse

the lake waves 

do sign language

and still I can’t read a thing

maybe I never could 

and perhaps that’s

the whole problem