I wish you wouldn't get too close.

A fingers touch away.

And land your hands and weight

on my shoulders.

And try to make me happy.

And release your glass rabbit into my possession.

Idiot.

Should have realised I'd smash it as soon as I could.

Anyway the Karmic ghost of Roadkill the Rabbit

has landed another to me.

And I'm charmed.

By the dealer dreamer

of my dreams

(and worse nightmares)

I can try to wrap it up in a straight jacket.

But you can't trap a ghost.

And you can't stop revenge.

He is intrigued, indifferent, in love.

And I can smile like Athena herself.

Because he'll let me fall.

And crash like a red diamond on the ground.

Among the ice and broken bottles.

Where our old victories rot.