Tuesday, October 2, 2007

fell into the mirror
escape is easy---
on paper.

Alice's questions
run off with her head
too big too small
the world's gone mad
and time is all
that matters.
Alice regrets her intrusion SEARCHES
frenetically for an exit FINDS
lost the key to the ladies' room
while the rabbit rushes on...

Sweet Ophelia goes gently,
the silken surface of the pond
mistaken for glass,
wades in
and the whisper of watergrass
lulls her softly to sleep.