Owl Rabbit

The owl rabbit
is a self-loathing creature
that knows it is too meaningful
for ordinary poetry

It sulks in the bushes
hiding from the poets
who roam the woody glens
longing to kill and eat it

It sings the song
of the owl rabbit
which is a sad song
full of metaphors

When it is finally cornered
it hoots through its teeth
and showers its tormentors
with floods of bitter carrot juice

I Forgive the Pony of Love

It isn’t your fault
little love pony
that love turns everybody problematic

You do your best
to bring the world together
in worship of cheesy song lyrics

But no one understands
what an excruciating
uphill battle you have

The hate owl is always lurking
and regurgitates steaming mouse bits
on all your happily ever afters

Delicious

wallowing owls
caught
in the synchronicity of sunshine
flap lewdly
into the vortex
of desire

fly
owls
fly
owls
soar
owls
kill
owls
kill
kill
kill

no one understands me
no one understands my pain
quoth the owl
trapped under the muskrat

into the howling darkness
flees the white stallion

Exoskeleton

The profound nonsense
inherent in the soul-tears of leaves
harrows my skin
and tips me
into the melancholy
of summer steak night

Chase the owl
towards the sunset
in its pyjamas
without the roller skates
and mourn
the fallacious tree roots

Darkness
is merely the absence
of really
good
poutine

Owl

Good lord
that owl is still staring at me
that photographed owl
eternally sitting
on the tree branch

I wish it were a space owl
in fact
I wish everything were a space owl
an owl
in space

That way
I wouldn’t have to go back
to work
in September

Owl Picture

Hello
owl in photograph
you are sitting in a tree
and you have in your claws
a fish
still attached to a fishing line

Are you the king of madness
owl in photograph?
Do you manipulate worlds
with your strange owl mind
and steal fish from everyone
without compunction?

Or are you just an owl
that is about to have
a tasty fish breakfast?

Let me know

I’m not going anywhere
and your picture
is hanging
on my wall