Apocalyptic Rabbit Speaks

“I am driven to distraction
by you: you are driving me crazy”,

I say to you,

my lips never moving
with the sun in the my rearview
fingertips drumming on the wheel

at the intersection
of Something Better Left Unsaid
Street
and Uncomfortable Silence
Boulevard

we wait

not talking
only blinking
not talking
only blinking
maybe thinking
we wait

sighing
like old trees in a strong wind,
leaning so as not to fall
we wait

glancing
like trying to look at the time
and still win a staring contest
we wait

breathing
like shhhhhhhhhh

we wait
while the lights change
from blueberry swirl
to fire

to the end of the world
I should never have told you
how much
I desired you
what a damn fool
what a damn fool
and I am the best damned fool
you’ll never love, or touch
for only a fool like me
could ever invent
streetlights that go
from a splatter of shock orange safety paint
on a white wall
meaning I wish you would see in me what there is for you
to banana-peel halo buttercup lemonade
meaning the problem is I live afraid of the consequences of honesty
to blue indigo violence; a drop a blood
in a cup of blueberry yogurt
stir it up good now
meaning who in the hell would ever set things up so that
the lights go
from white blinding strobe
meaning I’ll do my best not to stare at you, but no promises
to pulsing pink amsterdam window light
meaning the backs of my eyelids are movie screens on which you star
to cold, night-vision green
meaning when reality sets in I know my chances with you
are astronomical
so you can just call me Copernicus
hang a left here

wait

the light is changing again.