78.Blood and chocolate and bunnies. (March 2015)

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!


78.Blood and chocolate and bunnies. (March 2015)


As eggs that don’t boil,

Are taken outta their foil,

There’s strange goings on,

That give cause to wonder,

About the familiar jumper,

Stalking the jumper that bounces,

And the one that embodies the season,

May end up disembodied and seasoned,


As eggs and kids roll down the hill,

Easter Bunny jumps as he thrills,

To leap with joy among the daffodils,

All at peace among the blooms,

But all too soon he sees all too late

While they all roll down they never return again,

And who’s that hidden in the bushes, anyway?

Among the corpses in the copse,


Not for Bugs a cheerful chocolate fate,

He should’ve leapt instead of stared,

At the stalks that let slip fake heads,

No more smart remarks, no more carrots,

An arterial flourish makes for a colourful finish,

As he feels an altogether different thrill,

Thanks to the flashing headless blooms that kill,

It’s not looking well, right now,


Freddy’s back, and he’s wanting his eggs,

There’ll be no love, among the chocolate dead.


(c) Jim Laing 2015.

About Jim Laing

The Buddha said there were four kinds of people. Those who run from dark to dark, those who run from light to dark, those who run from dark to light and those who run from light to light. From a life going from dark to dark to having a few years running from dark to light, with scuffed hands and knees from sometimes falling, I may be getting the hang of it now. How it began is not now how it is, I need a quiet space, After the noise of the day, So I take sanctuary in the creativity, And my soul feeds, On sometimes dark, Sometimes light fantasy, And I dare like many to work, But stay up off my knees, To dream, perchance to suffer, But always still to dream. Here are things mostly lyrical and poetic, with nonsense sometimes, reviews and personal musings. The coffees hot and always black. The words not necessarily so.
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