Rabbit In The Kitchen

It was the best fist to kiss
A hand on a hip that you couldn’t resist
A light from on high that knocked you to the floor
I saw lips shattered and diced
Rose from the ground and descended twice
Spun into the makings of all that I’d behold
All things are forgotten again
Hold them in air and you watch them spin
Rattle like a bag of hooks under my arm
They live in a wet sky falling
They live in a beat-down bum
They live in the dirt under a stone
It speaks from the side of my mouth
It’s all in knuckles, nails and thumbs
It takes a little step at a time
It speaks of perfect names at once
Holding six inch in shivers
Sun was as pale as a god
Smile and your face is a river
Sky is peeling
You sing forgotten songs
Rabbit in the kitchen with a new dress on
Rattle like a bag of hooks under my arm
I saw lips shattered and diced
Rose from the ground and descended twice
Spun into a face carved perfectly in stone
Holding six inch in shivers
Sun was as pale as a god
Smile and your face is a river
Sky is peeling
All of the deep over-spilling
Out in the open again
If heaven is ready and willing
Brotherly feelings