Manic-Rabbit

Psychosis Cornered back clammy, pushed taut against wall, locked away - without escape "out of sight out of mind" I am the broken rabbit, eyes wide, pupils dilated caught infinitely in the headlights. Restlessness is growing hour but hour, moment by moment voices from the left yelling escape ESCAPE! The truth is there is no way out. Like an animal in a zoo I pine for open air oh to be free again to be ME again! Instead I am held captive by perpetrators who might not even exist. In reality there is no such thing as freedom

My Little Brown Man My little brown man, desperate to sit curled up on my lap, you forget your heavy muscled torso and decide you are indeed a lap dog. Jaws open in a half smile, tongue drooping out at the side, you laugh for me in excited whimpers. You are ignorant of your breed, naive of the fear unfolding, there are people who will never understand. convinced you should be destroyed. You! who is so full of love you are bursting with joy. you love EVERYONE licking arms, hands, and faces in an avid furore of elation. throwing yourself on top of new people like they are your best friend forever. my faithful and friendly little guy. You

Canine Love The clip click tap tapping of your claws on our wooden floors is ever calming, hearing your patter in the stillness of the night gives me the resolve to wake up in the morning and face the cold air with you sniffing the grass. There isn't a moment that passes when I'm not besotted with you, my golden furred gentle creature. There isn't a person on earth who could take your place the love I have for you is unending. You are the child I will never have and I baby you despite your claws, if you wanted you could savage me with your canine teeth but instead you choose to follow me loyally from room to room, thrusting your paws in

Your Manic I am your manic, the knotted delight in the pits of your belly, thrusting you higher and higher, every breathe a rapture that both agitates and pushes the boundaries of your mind until every thought is a sharp erupting of glory. I am the reality re-created from scratch, the impulsive and perverted urge to have sex anywhere with anyone. I am the urge to talk and talk, spitting words out in a babble of nonsense. I am the universe the quickening of your thumping heart, the celestial, blending with the ordinary swamping you with an adrenaline fuelled crazy. The cocaine you don't have to snort. I am the vortex of your mind igni