Trippy Cottontail~

  Would you give up a Klondike bar

For lent

  Or pull nails out of the wood

With brand new veneers

  How many licks of a whip

To get to the center of a broken girl?

  Priest with jolly rancher eyes

You don’t taste like water melon, you taste like a killer

  You can’t sit a sinner on a kneeling board

Dominus vobiscum don’t mean s**t to a surly adolescent with poppa stains

  Easter basket full of cherry bombs

Skip to my Lou with a sectioned cross between the pearl and the night

  Elvis flipped into velvet Jesus

Dilated girl on a bar stripping bones to Tom Waits’ scratchy jukebox tunes

  I remember speckled eggs

I remember shackled churches and soldiers in green pea coats

  Tradition moved the boys through lavender scents

A spray of memories on a white lapel

 

  Trippy shook her cotton tail from a pew, crawling under benches

Stole the holiday away with a chocolate Jesus melting in her cherry smile

With a Tom Waits look alike in a top hat

In a dive at the end of the bunny trail

A golden yoke between her faith and the travesty of fate

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note

Reviews

[LilyT]

Mistress of satirical agony, you make me laugh and cry in the same breath. The point of view from which you view everything would crush most human beings. You ARE mythology. Beautiful Pandora. Grab their necks with these wicked strains of poetic music. Maybe it'll wake them up before the s**t really hits the fan.

[SpokenWord]

How would one view faith with a reality like that and memories that haunt. Broken soul on a broken path with memories that does her no good. Truly a poem that brings life to us in an entertaining but realistic way. Great write.

[Amy Bumpas]

This had a spiritual, religious feel...made me feel like I would sin
eating a chocolate Jesus....lol! This was tripping for sure hopping
down the bunny trail:).

[OT]

hahaha I love it!! I was working on something un-easterish but you have it certainly covered lol this is an instant favourite - I love the descriptions - the sleight humour! all so clever! " Or pull nails out of the wood
With brand new veneers
How many licks of a whip
To get to the center of a broken girl?" - indeed how many? maybe a chocolate egg will solve it? lol

[.]

this is actual what I meant! You paint the world through your eyes and thankfully you give the spectacles to enjoy the experience..heaven rejoice for Selene

[Robin]

your ink IS the acid test

[Lachenille Papillion]

=)

[Patches I'm not so new..]

I am not familer with this vocalest but your poem surely brings his words to the fore and the hyprocracy behind them great imagery too.

[Ed Hart]

i don't want no abba zabba, but i would trade my chocolate jesus to get to the center of a broken girl

[Cafe Reader]

What a stunning trip!!!! J calls you the surrreal Preacher. No hitting! lol
Wild!

[Dream Weaver]

Love Tom Waits this song in peticular, but enjoyed the write even more :)