What if a man in black tux should
enter and strolling
over dewy turf, slowly pull
a rabbit
out of the hole,
reversing the tape,
unraveling the culture.
A prince
appears. Would I then lie down,
give in, no more red bugs,
poisons, niggling doubts about
petrochemicals.
Fuck my brains out,
I've waited a long time, Mr. Magic.