Alice

stolen moments
whispered words
trembling like a
baby bird

falling silent
i succumb
sugar, spice
and opium

today dies in the ocean
tomorrow’s coming soon
driving through the darkness
beneath the Cheshire moon

bewildered and
directionless
in this perverted
wilderness

call it madness
or a dream
doesn’t matter
what you mean

today is its own answer
tomorrow is a rune
puzzling between them
beneath the Cheshire moon

gathered roses pricked –
i bled
painted snowy
petals red

simple questions
silver smoke
simpleton
who never spoke

today’s a tattered web that hangs
tomorrow’s a cocoon
broken wings are mending
beneath the Cheshire moon

some rabbits run
some rabbits laugh
some slice their blackened
hearts in half

to celebrate
what isn’t there
the bankrupt
have the most to share

dishwater spinning down the drain
reflection in a spoon
i pour another cup of tea
beneath the Cheshire moon