rabbit origami

i am considering just lying on the couch and staring at the ceiling

look at me, with the parting smile
of a violin and the grace of a man

i am violence tonight
smirking at corners and
lighting fires, there was a brace of birds

or was it rabbits?  nestled amongst
the praline limb of a debonair tree,
ears flossing out the secrets of the wind,

i guess they were hung there by a gentleman.
a man with teeth, set in gentlemanly positions.

and maybe i am too earnest when i cry,
like when you were on the pedals of a steinway
coming across the ruination of chopin
and all i wanted was to slide my body
from all of the coffins i
dreamed of.

  i thought it was nice that you played for mom and dad,
  that the origami of your fingers was something
  folding out from love letters
  i had meant to write you.

 was that something else worth considering?