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The Duracell Bunny Wish List
All is as promised, waiting
In this epiphany. Trains,
Ringed electric eels, my very own
Heartbeat.
A suit of paint sighs by the door,
The Final Bar. Its ears
fall off at the trembling note; I step
Out the glass.
The sky has been promised.
So now,
I want to change the world the way Mozart did when he pissed on the moon.
I want to teach my heart to beat in 13/16. I want to learn to swim now
That everyone can walk on water. I want to turn into Christmas.
The past looks exactly like Jeane Dixon.
It's tea-time someplace warm. I can feel it wax
All the way through the power lines.
I want to fall down the nearest rabbit hole big enough to have me whole.
I want to blow six perfect smoke rings before breakfast. I want to have enough
Time to kill. I'm tired of Halloween.
Last edited by ATC; 10-31-2005 at 06:33 PM.
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