Monday, August 29, 2022

down Alice's hole

 down Alice’s hole the rhythm

and the poem ascended entwined

like a pair of cold snakes in heat

slithering around her thighs


and the meaning of the words thus became

the meaning of the music as well

as Alice kept singing - herself a chorus -

“I shan’t... I shan’t... I shan’t... I shall"


so Alice gave birth to a rabbit

while her body tenfolded size

and the rabbit gave birth to Alice

both heralds of my mind’s demise

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