TOP HAT
I knew I was in trouble
when
at long last
rabbit refused
to jump out of the hat
ten years ago since last we talked
and you there in Puritan country
proposing outrageous
textual adventures
would test my
erotic imagination
to its limit
we lose people
find them lose
them again
and there are exoplanets out there
barren rock, weird jungle
but not a shred of poetry
but if
you find death in a stone
surely there might be
consciousness
even in a stick
stick
stick figure
stick tree roots of
a civilization transformational
generative language
consciousness leaks into
that microbe rich pond
and soon
sky is the limit
soon your saucer
is landing next door
you preaching to me about
humanity needing
to save itself, such
a selfish, self-destructive species
and me so wanting to
go cosmic with you
sublimate all aggression
rabbit
gone billion necessitating
nuclear
me suddenly so clear
about to
square peg hole
it in that
top hat
poems 2 die for 