Poems we're jumping out of these wombs and caskets like rabbits, like magicians only without the tricks. just for appearances, just for sakes; we're jumping out of all these wombs and caskets right into all of these hats. the price of admission is available at the drive thru window. check it out. it doesn't take long. you might care to place an order yourself. try lebanon this time, or how about peru? or better yet, have you thought about the north pole? 'cause santa claus lives there, too. he's ordering wombs and caskets; he's ordering rabbit hats. Return to the Spiritual Writings - Poems Page