THE LOOKING GLASS

looking glass

The Looking Glass

 

This is it, I flipped out

 

into wonderland, regaining

 

my thick tousled hair, not

 

a care of Putin, Ferguson City,

 

Mogadishu or Syria & Iraq.

 

Ordinary, I was attempting

 

to take Frost’s untrodden way

 

allowing me that afflatus-Leap

 

but fell into the mirror like Alice,

 

I shrank with a fervent prayer

 

into a peculiar realm-smoking

 

in the fume from the hookah

 

inhaled by Big Tomato worm.

 

The Clockwork Rabbit whisked

 

me to the tea table with amenities.

 

No one can call me to bring me back.

 

The Mercury Tea so sweet like Nectar,

 

having no clue madness so beguiling.

 

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