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i am a jackalope.

by Eli Skipp



i can mimic human sounds and lead on
cowboys and Rio Grande sailors, and
when lightning flashes (the only time
i feel comfortable

with
your
head
between
my
legs

tining tining tining tining tining)
the shadows thrown against this back-
lit cave wall could call me beautiful
folk-songs and lead you blindly into
the desert.

05/05/2008

Posted on 05/06/2008
Copyright © 2022 Eli Skipp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michael Faraday on 05/06/08 at 08:21 PM

enjoyed. m

Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 05/06/08 at 10:11 PM

I don't know what's better: the picture or the poem... They're both rather superb - very well done.

Posted by Jared Fladeland on 05/07/08 at 05:00 AM

this was extremely sensual

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/07/08 at 11:34 AM

a    s i r e n  p o e m   
                          e l i *
Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 05/11/08 at 02:31 AM

I drink..your head stares back at me from the wall above the bar..it is the glassy stare that most causes me distress..glass where the true orbs of the infamous Jackalope once blinked. I wonder though; shouldn't you actually be a Jillalope? - RCat

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/23/08 at 03:00 PM

Worthy poetic adaptation of that mythical beast. I wonder if it wasn't also the inspiration for Stan Rice's (Anne Rice's husband) poem Tragic Rabbit from her novel Queen of the Damned. Link: http://ca.geocities.com/tomcat7@rogers.com/tragicrabbit.htm

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