hell, pain, suffering, gone mad

the rabbit hole widens, becomes a jaw

slamming shut.

doors closed, red light and needing to pee

and there are no toilets around,

a traffic jam,

with lines and lines of policemen.

cookie cutter box does not quite piece

out a triangle, the square unfit

to join the rest of the ornaments,

a tear in the bladder.

meanwhile sanguine drivers coast along,

drinking sips of coffee

towards the rising sun

which looks somewhat like an orange light

up in the sky.

bears no resemblance to tepid earth,

shunning the blazing heat

with pedestrians carrying silver umbrellas.

cast of the mirage,

back into the startled awaking rabbit,

yawns wide.

teeth jutting out, snapping and making

a joke: you wanna carrot boy?

orange tinge diffusing across azure blue,

silver lining parts, stretches, dissolves

while tendrils of nightmare gets released

into puzzle pieces rejecting odd triangle not

quite like the rest.

where’s the square, the loud rabbit shouts

as the riddle becomes unsolvable

with hell, pain and suffering causing quite

the migraine.

i must be quite mad,

the innocent bunny said

to his own reflection by the river

even as the trees soaked up the heat.

lap, lap, lap away

placid drivers remain unperturbed

as one startled car gears up!

black smoke flies out, a car heads towards the nearest

ER.

no one quite gets it, not the nurses or attending doctors

for a seemingly raving lunatic

unable to contain his misery.

too much, too much, he cried

to no one – blank expressions like the traffic

lights, uncaring.

they sewed him up good, the odd one out

gets thrashed,

and mr. bunny here flings the jagged piece

towards the sky.

of course it comes down, down to silver

umbrellas – piecing holes

bystanders aghast finally

because now this is news!

nightmare linings hang on edges of clouds,

hope was long gone –

found it the rabbit cackled,

rocked his paws to and fro

while kicking square pieces that laid

plainly in sight.

the holes kept not the heat out,

water cascaded down, soaked through

the puzzle solved.

but the rabbit has long gone missing,

deep into burrows, holes larger than pin pricks

made in the sky.

slumbering soundly,

don’t wake me up, he mutters,

all this needs to happen.