o how the rabbit hole has changedA Poem by speakingcolorsi'm slipping in and out of consciousness, unable To distinguisH bEtween
my thoughts and spoken woRds, my dEsires and acTions. a man jUst asked me a question, foR the time. 12:02. he looks at me fuNny and flies away.
but i don't know if he really was There and i didn't answer him, Or if he wasn't there
and i really did ansWer. Or was it both or was it Neither. but i must be going, i am to meet the rabbit at 6:00. soon i'm having tea with the walrus anD thE cat. and though it is too late, i give them my name. moRning i say and they say aLice. but they're wrong; thAt was my mother's Name. i wonDer where the hat has gone,
THe mouse, the haRe, and carpenter. the cat burps and the hat finally went tO his head. the hare switched jobs, which is why the moon and paws no longer go hand in hand. and the carpenter, well, we don't know where he went. after wishing them goodbye in a very Unbirthday way, i continued through a keyhole, which was a bit tiGHter than i was told.
but i mAde it through with the help from the brothers tweedle. dum, who had siNce gOT His dEgRee
and dee, who had the button all along. I had scarcly had tiMe to thAnk them when the flowers beGan to apologIze. we talked for awhile aNd they were just jeAlous. of whaT? of the mushroom of course. but It was gONe now,
and so Was thEir jeaLousy. i didn't see the Caterpillar but they reminded me he had turned intO a butterfly and had switched froM hookah to hash. but 6:00 was coming fast so i took my lEave.
i met the royal family in passing. The queen Of hearts was now of spades
and had hit Menopause three Years earlier
and the king Was a king fOr sure. but it was all iN passing, they haD croquEt to play and i was meeting the white Rabbit. when i finaLly mAde it to the beginNing, i forgot what i was Doing there,
doing here. and as i slipped in and out of consciousness, i realized that it was getting late in the evening, and it was time for me to wake. © 2008 speakingcolorsReviews
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Added on October 1, 2008Last Updated on October 1, 2008 Authorspeakingcolorssomewhere outside looking in, PAAboutpoet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..Writing
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