poetry by j matthew waters

hats off to the white rabbit

how shall he speak
this alter ego of yours
the white rabbit of your subconscious
residing in the underbelly
of your temporal existence

bespectacled & dressed
in trendy threads
he speaks in fits & starts
in a cockney accent no less
diverting any previous intentions

where they go from here
is anyone’s worst guess
the white rabbit on a winning run
telling you to blow on his paws
casting the dice into another world

january two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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