one too many rabbit holes landed you here confined in your mind your memory frag mented talks to the dormouse on alternate days
sometimes you reach for doors no keys no handles
mirrors shatter reflecting a sequel
8 Comments | poetry | Tagged: drugs, go ask alice, insane, looking glass, poetry, wonderland | Permalink Posted by Scot
One day the woods are brown bare. Overnight a green curtain is pulled across.
4 Comments | poetry | Tagged: American Sentences, poetry, spring | Permalink Posted by Scot
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