Today's poem is by Jason Bredle
I'm Drinking Again, Let's Start a Family
Bunnies will not stop eating all
the carrots in the garden. Bunnies will not even
serve our stately houseguests! God,
now a pure beam of energy, has a plan.Bunnies appear as if we can't see them
gathering carrots. A bunny is incredulous,
a bunny sits in the afternoon sun, a bunny
waxes prophetical. Bunnies impersonate JesseOwens at the 1936 Olympiad
then pole vault over other bunnies who eat
carrots. Next week God will indignantly
throw ashes in our faces and force us to abstainfrom heavy petting in darkened hours. I look
into the backyard and Jesse Owens pole vaults
over about two hundred bunnies, then
enthusiastically bites into a carrot. O earth!Our Lady of Unmerciful Violence! Gone
arc simpler times when, if a lord died,
his slaves, chaplain, cook, butler, dwarves,
deformed men, and whosoever had mostserved him throughout his life were put to death.
Bunnies become brilliant at math and quite
radical. Bunnies wake me at four in the morning
to eat carrotsI dream terrible thingsand ask for forgiveness. I walk on a beach
with a girl I love. Bunnies speak in a different
language that I can't understand, making them
unstoppable. I wear a powder blue shirtand yellow sweater, deliver goodness in a futile
attempt at plea bargaining. Gone are the simpler
times when a man was not allowed to touch,
much less eat, an egg laidon a festival day. Yea, if it be doubtful
whether it were then laid and if it be mix'd
with others, all were prohibited. The coyotes of God
rise over a hilltop, thirsty for things. In the BibleMoses parts a sea of bunnies to free
the Israelites. In the Bible bunnies form
a good athletic team and go 42-26
in their first season. In the garden, the carrotsvanish while bunnies grow stronger and more
agile. I glance outside and a bunny
bench presses eighty pounds. This is not
good, I think, as a bunny apologetically crashesthrough a window during an endurance drill.
Once, I loved a girl. Once, a bunny
jumped over a volcano, awestriking several
Polynesians. Once, we walked all over,to a cinema, to an ocean, to an invisible
beach. Once, coyotes stayed beyond the hilltop,
bunnies played fiddles at nightfall.
Once, she and I would sit with one anotherall through the night. Bunnies arrived,
ate carrots, but I didn't care. That was enough.
But then, bunnies began to excel at hurdling,
the javelin, and several east coast sportsthat I can't name, like field hockey and lacrosse
and even more elitist ones you've never
heard of, like hunting the impoverished. One evening,
on my way home from the library, the churchbells are so beautiful that I can't walk.
I sit by a fountain and wait. God simply
vanishes. Far on the outskirts of town,
the bunny factory ceases its production of bunnies.
Copyright © 2007 Jason Bredle All rights reserved
from Pain Fantasy
Red Morning Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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