White Rabbit

I. Acid Stereo

Slug’s neck swells
then tightens
as grace slick’s maple hymn
softly bleeds from
every corner

and I can smell vinegar
leaking in droplets
from pallid flesh
a reflexive response to this
silver soprano

but outside
blood-less landscapes
dragged by traffic
cross my sensory field
unsung

sticky vocals lap our ankles now
and swollen slug stiffens now
chin pulled to collar
in effort to shield ears
from new sap sound

humid hands tighten on ten and two
and I do not turn to look
but I wonder how long Read more