What abominable manner
of creature
is this!—who would dare
to exist? leather-
headed
mock-tailed—always rushing
around through thick
briars in a piss—yet
never quite
arriving there—
at the end
of his nightmare;
like a edgy wild
rabbit—who nonetheless
still can't help
constantly
falling asleep—
and waking up
trapped inside
the dim haunted
mind of a tortoise
who—himself
feels half-
sure he's—a shell of a hare.
