The Rabbit Story

So I walked out on my porch and welcomed a family of rabbits. One at a time. It was just after a heavy rain and nobody was really paying attention. The youngest of the group was trying to tell me something so I gave him a dollar and watched hair sprout in even rows. It went on like that until I wrote that word down. Nothing sexual, just a penetrating flavor with a secret name. A flame was lit - you could smell it. Eyes were dancing perfectly to a natural rhythm and blinked. The lit flame: I touched it. That's what started everything and a sentence was formed.

Two lizards stepped out slowly. They offered an invention of their own. It was talked about and agreed upon. It was slept over and dismissed. It was sent off for consideration.

I sketched three of them with a painting in mind. Something about love - that's right. And I knew that it was going to be a long walk so I adjusted the temperature and made a quick note. Bent my back and the telephone rang. A window was opened and a face appeared and laughter was heard. Someone crying nearby. Later that evening, things were arranged so that you could see them and a pot of coffee evaporated. I fell into a deep sleep.

Dreams lined up - appeared - disappeared. Something tickled and I rolled over. In the darkness my eyes were closed and yet I could see everything. I saw wrinkles wrinkling. I saw a familiar stranger talking in a brand new language. My mind wrapped around it and contracted.

When I awoke, I was approached by an officer and a physicist. One had a clipboard, the other a jar of nails. Basically, I could not be bothered with nervous responses. No subtle euphoria. No collections of concerns. I set it on top and turned around and clarity came. As the last spark unsparked, my fingers moved hesitantly towards the keyboard and I could hear her saying something. The glass on the shelf in the window was half full and it was dripping. Outside it was another place.

Just before they arrived, hands gripped something under the table - loosened, let go. Dropped to the floor silently. Messages were being passed and ignored and passed. I tried to read that last one but the skin on my head was too tight. It mattered. It really did. I pressed redial and waited to see what would happen. Sure enough, a wet towel was soon hung out to dry and the moon was unbearably hot. It was self-evident.

Explanations were in order, so I just kept interrupting myself. Wool was pulled over my eyes and that tasted good for a while. Indeed. There was a tingling sensation as I inhaled and a neon purple light came on. I tried again and this time it fit together just right. After the commercial break, we immersed ourselves in a parody of mute uncertainties and waited for the cows to come home. A tree barked.

So finally the rabbits left and I went back inside. The accomplishments were satisfying. It had been a good day. I sat down and watched the colors making sense. It felt like this would finally work. On the last page was a chicken and this chicken knew what it was talking about. Time had abruptly taken the perfect bowel movement and there was nothing left to say.