The white rabbit’s got a point:
we’re all late, really,
lost our muchness
in the suchness of all this sway.
The moon’s got a wily way of
spooning us our song,
hookah’d of a cloud
and puffed out loud over tea.
See? Drink me says the label,
and we do, and you
can bet we’ll come back
for more and tweedle our fingers
to the dumb shrunken strum of this
psychedelic sky. Try
and save me, if you
will, but I’ve spilled myself one too many
times. Beheaded my own heart, jump
-started a rhyme
with a rabbit-hole won
-der and the blunder of unspent time.
::
In April, we poem.
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“in the suchness“ … I love that rhyme!
Swooning over this incredible section:
“to the dumb shrunken strum of this
psychedelic sky” … heavenly to read aloud
Ouch … but so good:
“Beheaded my own heart, jump”
Thank you. 🙂 I always think of you when I take these poetical trips to Wonderland.