Rabbit on the Promenade

in homage to js harry

Umwelt of responses

and in the substrates below 

a silt of muted action.

There are inaudible gasps

bouncing in echo chambers

from delicate atria

to delicate atria

in a soundproof dugout

which pre-empts any

sour acoustic.

This is my skittish

rabbit's heart

which hops softly

so my fellow crowd member

won't fear my paw pound

like I fear hammers creating

this fur face of crushed paper

setting these eyes straight

ahead, up and down,

and any periphery lopped

this torso the only aligned

part of raw automata

a straight ahead up and down

line. A body made for tunnels.

No slouches allowed.

My wet nose touches 

another wet nose

and white whiskers

twitch on pockmarked

cheeks. Red eyes as a

skittish rabbit. The home

is proof of damage. It's

quiet here. Outside the grass

blades swash my floppy ears.

It's a clash of waves

cotton battles till the 

punched hugs 

and small slide

of wet noses

there's much activity here

the grass blades rattle, 

the busy prowls and promenade predates

are like a pocket turned inside out

and lint falls like a feather 

(there was a bus ticket too.)

I ate at a restaurant with lah-di friends

nibbled on crispy wafers 

caramel flan for dessert.

I put my money away and counted my 

approving recollections of a skittish city outing.