Re-blogging this in honor of a young “Alice” performing this week.
So desperate for help
we dig our way from rabbit hole to rabbit hole
pride shrinking and growing depending which
ego we feed
following the myth to its never ending conclusions
corridors of cards
played down to the queen
and she smiles
squeezing our hearts ever tighter
a dreamed nightmare
of tattoos and tea parties
picked apart by plump caterpillar philosophers’
puffing smoke of their own self worth
around ignorance and bliss.
And I dolled up in innocence
follow the tic-toc of the nervousness time-piece
never one to be late
for a party I wasn’t invited to.