Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Rabbit Hole


Have you fallen into the rabbit hole?
Shells shine effervescent with moonbeams
I’ve seen you dance on the Titanic
Elegant like a sleek lost plane
Do ghost kiss amidst the kelp castles
Do you wear silk in your mausoleum?

Perfume amidst the grieving blossoms
Underground in the city of pearl
No walls amidst the jasper eyes
You swim free in blue orange dreams
Green shampoo kisses that aren’t there
I feel your ashes smiling in northern California

You always loved me
I know you did
You just didn’t know how to express it
A little out of sync, don’t cry, it’s alright
Tonight the corridors are clear
Maybe now we can make love in the rabbit hole

Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 29, 2014

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