Black Rabbit 

Black Rabbit 

There’s a hookah smoking caterpillar 

Dancing through my head tonight 

He told me he’s using a Zappa beat

Which makes sense because he’s moving

pi beats per measure 


I want to ask him to stop since I’m dizzy 

But I’m a little nervous that if he does

I’ll have to wake up 

And walk through the wonderland called America 

Where all the cards, cats, and queens want to remove my head 


I think I’ll keep searching my dreams

Maybe a black rabbit will help me find what I need 

The pill that keeps me small enough

Just small enough to stay out of sight 

Head down and attached

© Gayle Force Press 2021

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