rabbit...rabbit...

a whispered incantation for charm and poise;
a semi-silent sotto voce conjuration of good fortune;
a barely audible polysyllabic spell cast towards
securing and shoring up those secret universal plans-
the best laid of which are designed to kill us all,
according to the blueprint,
and according to the infinite nature of nature-
...and that always wins.
it's an intercessory in-the-meantime intervention.
a well-meaning magic trick to keep time on my side.
what?
oh, c'mon-
you know it, and you like it:
RABBIT. RABBIT.
what else could it be?
i mean,
it's the first of the mutha-flippin' month, neighbors.
and so, as usual,
i said it out of my mouthpiece in the darkest night;
i hushed it out, and rushed it out,
and let it fill the empty spaces of 3:00 am.
huh?
yuuuuuuuuup.
that's right i did, and that's when i did it, too.
the witching hour.
like an internal alarming clock set to 'haunted',
i was up and at 'em at an ungodly and godless hour.
luckily,
i pronounced my prime piece of protective phantasmagoria,
first and foremost amongst my litany of lamentation,
and designed to keep the creepy creaking of my house at bay.
oh, yeah, kids.
it was more than a little freaky-diki
in the lightless limits of pre-dawn over here.
even olive the dog got spooked.
...hard.
did i go looking in closets and down basements?
no way.
i'm not getting served up to any hostile spirits and memories,
be they zeit-, polter-, walden-, or whatevergeists,
on a silver-lined cloud of self-imposed trouble-seeking.
curiosity kills cats, so i'm into it, of course,
but not if it kills me too.
i'm just sayin' ninja,
if not for my mantra of echo-activated abjuration,
it could've been a heck of a hard-style.
chilled and stilled by specters?
it would make a good story,
however,
i think i'd prefer a battle-beastly barbarian blaze of glory
to a silent night of frozen-in-fear failings for my last minute
on the earthly realm in my mortal coil...
but, that's a tale for another day.
because i spit it out, quick and quiet,
and ensured that this time, this month,
the hottness will incite and excite and aright all the big action.
uh-huh.
what now?
umm, i'm pretty sure that's a thing.
anyway,
it's documented.
i said it, i meant it.
it's happening.
june, duders.
any day in june.
***********
friday night plans?
i'm going to see a play.
really.
little shop of horrors,
featuring my buddy eric as 'audrey 2'.
y'know,
the man-eating plant.
spanning time,
theater-going,
getting all dramatic.
what else could i be doing?
what happens in a meadow at dusk?
everything.
nothing;
never quiet, never soft.....