Lucky The Golden Rabbit Skull

Something crazy. That’s all. Finals are killing me, will post, review, and engage more after. Hopefully.

Lucky The Golden Rabbit Skull
By Alira Cohen

I’ve been traveling with ions and zions.
I’ve been swimming in golgi bodies,
Killing and collecting neon raindrops,
Making castles with severed fishheads.

You look at me like you’ve never seen
A bumbling barbaric bar jack before.
Am I not pink enough under my flabs?
Do I not amuse you with my greased eye?

My lip is popping with pistols plenty.
Pustules perplex these impatient poppies.
And I bring them just for you, ungrateful.
If I tell you it’s only whipped cream, will you?

The jack hammer jags the jackalope, fun.
It’s their summer activity, best be polite.
I slither like snails into the stews of shrews.
That’s shrews as in the stew’s at the zoos.

Go on, make a soup of me, I dare you.
Find me flailing and clean my bones off.
You have no power here, no strength.
They’ll take your muscles pulsing for me.

You laugh now, but sleep with fingers open.
These teeth are brushed and bent on biting.
You’ll wake up in the milky river, stunned sticky.
And it’s up to you to figure out what that means.

Author's Note

If you want to review / comment, please be respectful, as always. Thank you. Enjoy!

Reviews

[Marie]

Wondering if this delightful poem, penned with a sense of humour, is about reincarnation, Alira? The rabbit has travelled through time. He is definitely not afraid of dying again and issues a dare to make soup of him! Then, a threat is issued in the final stanza. I love the layout of the poem and all the various figures of speech, together with the imagery which is well painted. I enjoyed reading very much and thank you for sharing, Alira...

[Alira]

I love your reading of it! I was definitely thinking of a concept of rebirth but with a bit of chaos in the lines themselves. So yes, I would say reincarnation is a good answer to the meaning behind it.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Alira and thank you for your kind words...

[Aura]

My favourite stanzas are:

You look at me like you’ve never seen
A bumbling barbaric bar jack before.
Am I not pink enough under my flabs?
Do I not amuse you with my greased eye?

My lip is popping with pistols plenty.
Pustules perplex these impatient poppies.
And I bring them just for you, ungrateful.
If I tell you it’s only whipped cream, will you?

They make me think that someone or something is ungrateful or hates what this being is, or who they are. This was a very entertaining read, I did not get the main message of the poem but I enjoyed reading it nonetheless! I liked how you incorporated some aspect of biology into your poem ( Golgi bodies)

[Alira]

Thank you!! I had a lot of fun writing those specific lines tbh. This poem was definitely a trip to write, and that’s all I’m gonna say. As for the main message, well . . . .

[Aura]

The pleasure is all mine. I enjoyed reading it