The Bastard and the Bunny Girl By Lee Cassanell

1am in the grass with a fist of Tequila Four eyes on the sky say a prayer to the dealer A tooth in my pocket, The truth in her lips That sang blooded from trips to the pavement 2am in the dark with a lung of Tobacco The wanderers kiss hard in the cold light of Jacko's She swigs from the bottle And laughs as I drop The few coins I'd not scraped from my jacket

3am on the couch with a Vodka and tonic She played me a song and I fumbled a sonnet The piano strings pulled At the bees in my bonnet And I shed a tear for her pain 4am on the bed with a mouthful of memories A pillow of ash and a floor full of empties Recanting old stories Of first Loves and failures Her laugh, as contagious as mine 5am in the Fog and the want of the evening The threat of the light slows the urge of the breathing Two shadows flared up To the cracks in the ceiling And sirens screamed "This is too much" 6am by a dream at the back of a memory A fever in flames hit the heights of incendiary The Fallout split scars That had wept for an Angel Who once tore the heart from my chest Morning comes with the flood and the promise of changes A song from above that's been sang through the ages, Our life is not measured By the breaths that we take And all beauty will fade into time...

Copyright ©2005  Lee Cassanell

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