Rabbit Run, Part 2

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Rabbit Run


Build a kingdom,
On noon,
A royal headache and prattle,
Boys, watch out,
The queen is on the lookout,
Heads will roll about,

Shock me, with your razor tongue,
The palace likes a little drama,
Theatrical and affected,
Pleasure driven,
The power of the reign,
A dangerous game,
The hunter likes to hunt, the little cottontails,

Run rabbit, run,
She will skin you alive,
A fur wrap around her neck,
And doe eyes; brown and bleak,
A pawn in her game,
The prey, the hunter,
Merely a causality, for her entertainment,
Your heart a trophy, mounted on the wall,

The scent of fear, her preferred perfume,
Tempts and allures,
To take the bait,
Trapped, in a snare,
Too late,
Run rabbit, run.



Little Miss

A little teacup,
Filled to the brim,
A crack edging the rim,
A saucer of floral flowers,
Little Miss, and her finery –
Of china,
Royal Doulton, a vintage delight,
Sipping infusion with haphazard eyes,
Haunted by the coldness of the outside,
Peculiar fingertips and tastebuds drip,
Storms brewing,
Lace and silk blustering,
Full in the tempests rage,
A noose of tomorrow’s cage,
A little teacup,
Broken in pieces,
The crack runs deep,
The rim a shattered shell,
Little Miss, and her porcelain skin,
Of rose and vine,
Lips bleed, on her tongue,
Disturbed, by the heat of her heart,
Heaving chest and bent spine,
Storm clouds, hover above,
Empty in the mornings face,
A corral of today,

A little teacup and Miss, set in lace.