![]() White RabbitA Poem by Richard Hartshorn![]() Through the looking glass![]()
White Rabbit
Id like to sit here and flip through pictures of your face all morning (with or without rings in your lip and pink hues in your hair) but you still havent spoken to me since yesterday. Your words are on the back of my neck like sweat on a hippos nose diving into the deep and theyre still there, they just get blended in with everything else Four bubbles popped over my head and I acted like nothing happened till the soapy remains stuck to my clothes and I couldnt wash you out couldnt wash you out of my clothes Fingers hovering over repeat and blonde hairs on my sleeve You wrote a nocturne for me and Im playing it backwards to decode the secret messages I was subliminally conscious before I even knew you(r name) forty-two bands covered your voice and they all sound the same Your thumb-prints are scanning over glowing blue sixes and I wish that my wishes were spinning through your speakers I know I said Id make it better but the first acts over baby the first acts over and the playbills a painting of your camera Cant wash you out Still cant wash you out © 2008 Richard HartshornFeatured Review
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