• A sunny serenade of Cyan Skies

    On a Strangely soothing Sunday afternoon

    In the south wing



    The White Rabbit tells me about

    Beautiful Butterflies batting their wings

    To the beat of a bohemian movement

    and I blush at the gesture

    And

    The Mad Hatter tells me about

    The Kevorkian crawdads clawing at each other

    Under the crystal clear stream

    Bent like a Candy Cane

    And I cry for the dead.



    I hear her, I hear her

    But I also hear the

    Marsh Hare

    And

    The Marsh Hare tells me about

    The analytical anarchists armed with arms

    Marching around the inner atrium screaming

    "All hail Anarchy!", "All hail Anti-Society!"

    Aiming for the heart

    And I amaze myself



    I hear her, I hear her

    And because of her I hear

    The chains and restraints



    The Queen of Hearts tells me about

    My fantasies of White Rabbits

    My dreams of Mad Hatters

    My imaginings of Marsh Hares

    And how only she is real



    The straps are too tight

    The clothes too thin

    The walls too thick



    And she stabs me

    With a Red Rose

    All in white, The Queen of Hearts Says


    Wake Up Alice


    And now I can see

    My sunny afternoon is shady

    And

    I am barred from my butterflies.