Madness? he laughed
a sip of tea
madness is not a thing,
nor a he, nor a she
if i could show you would you see.
if you could just let me be.

madness? he laughed
a sip of tea
yes madness is a thing,
that me nor you can see.
it is she
it is he
it loves me
don't you see?

with all my hairs,
and all my wits
i am proun to madness
in its bitts

i take a chunk and sip the tea
yes madness is he nor she.
if i could show you would you see?

that madness is he nor she
that madness is me
in all my entirety

so you ask,
madness? he laughed.
a sip of tea

yes madness is mad
and i am half
ready and willing
to sip off the tea

if only you could see
that he is me
and me is he
you would know

you would see
that madness is *key

She crawled into a little door, her hot tears cast an ocean
Pinnafore and teacakes red as blood and torn
She's alone inside her head, in little orange bottles with gin
And he's the squiggle of lines clambering for attention
A bright cacophony of dreams and warped fixation
Sometimes chained and desolate, sometimes rambling with a grin
It's always him, and he can be quite charming
One's own mind can be a nightmare,
Madness always makes a precious friend

Lucy was in the sky,
eyes shining like diamonds.
She knew she could never die.

Her hair melted in with the tree's roots
The blues mixed with the greens,
and she was wanted by every teen.

Best friends with Alice,
Too beautiful to be ignored,
was forever filled with a silent malice.

Lucy made us all feel endless,
Colors looked better
Everything left us breathless

Lucy and Alice always together
Life is so much sweeter
Now that we're all light as a feather

How long is forever
When time doesn’t pass

How long is forever
When the world is spinspinspinning
And you’re clinging by a thread
Toes reaching the stars
With a galaxy brain

How long is forever
When a dream is
Waking
And you lose
Reality

How long is forever
When three hours
Is two blinks
In one kiss

How long is forever, she asked
Sometimes,
Just
One
Second,
He responded

If you go chasing white rabbits, you could fall down a rabbit hole,
And enter a world like none other and take a stroll.
Now you’re stuck in a Wonderland of malice,
A place where we are all Mad Hatters, and we just killed Alice.
So walk some more and go explore,
Soon you’ll find that the Queen is just a *****.
You can wish to get out of a land like this,
But it brings you a little bliss.
It seems like you’re getting a disturbing little smirk,
Because you realize you have this twisted kind of quirk.
Where the idea of pain,
Has become very plain,
So you decide to turn everything to ash,
Burn it all down before the high wears off and you crash.
Just then, you open your eyes, only to realize that mere minutes have passed,
And it was just your imagination that you harassed.
People start to notice that you’re truly insane,
A situation you can’t change, a situation you can’t explain.
They put you in a padded room to keep control,
But all they’ve done is dropped you down another distorted rabbit hole,
Will you be willing to take another stroll?

Palace of my happy dreams
burning down to wakefulness,
the golden memory escapes me like cool air
in October bare and I forget what
imaginary Alice's imaginary kisses
felt like to my lips.
Our romance dies in eclipsing days
too often empty of rhapsody,
a nightmare instead built upon addicts impurities
and withdrawal shakes.
She's somewhere in my subconscious
shipwrecked lost in a sea of thoughts and disconnected tangents.
Her perfume makes me stupid silly and sad.
Where is she now but looking far to shore?
like you,
like me,
like this world of pattern and bore.
Never getting any closer.

Alice was a hippy girl
whimsical and free spirited
in dalliance with imagination.
Living in a trippy world
and a psychedelic dream.
Where life was fluffy and free
from the restraints of responsibility.
Her thoughts drifting
always questioning.
Far out man.

Always in her daydream bubble
partying for peace and love,
keeping her soul out of trouble.
In nonsense rhyme
and hallucinogenic vibe,
creating her own escape.
And all the while her rabbit
with an anxiety problem,
would tell her he was
going to be late.

She nibbled on cakes
that she laced,
with her boyfriend
and together they embraced
their Wonderland.
Grinning like Cheshire cats
hand in hand spiralling,
out of control
down rabbit holes.
Far out man.

Always in her daydream bubble
partying for peace and love,
keeping her soul out of trouble
in nonsense rhyme
and hallucinogenic vibe
creating her own escape
And all the while her rabbit
with an anxiety problem
would tell her he was
going to be late.

Spending their days in wonder
in unknown potions drunk
they would ponder
the meaning of life,
in playing cards talking
with ***** smoking
caterpillars and
mocking turtles on a beach.
Reality so far out of reach.
Far out man.

Always in her daydream bubble
partying for peace and love,
keeping her soul out of trouble
in nonsense rhyme
and hallucinogenic vibe
creating her own escape
And all the while her rabbit
with an anxiety problem
would tell her he was
going to be late.

Alice was a hippy girl
whimsical and free spirited.
Wishing for a different world,
escaping in kaleidoscopes.
Mind blowing and free.
The truth smashed down
her house of cards in responsibility,
and she had a date with reality
in actuality reality eventually
Growing up man.

Always in her daydream bubble
partying for peace and love,
keeping her soul out of trouble
in nonsense rhyme
and hallucinogenic vibe
creating her own escape
And all the while her rabbit
with an anxiety problem
would tell her he was
going to be late.

He was going to be late.
He was going to be late.



©Jacqui Slade

Another world

Inside of my head

I roam freely here.

Alice In Wonderland.

I ate the cakes.. I got bigger

I stomped the queen

I pulled The trigger

A mad hatter

To watch the Flower’s tears

splatter.

With a smile and a “Howdy Do”

I looked back to the thrill

In wonderland

World War three

I enjoyed each ****.

My true spirit smacked my face

to put this demon in it’s place

I cleaned up the ****** shower

Handed each thought’s grave

a flower

I ran to the white queen

She was glad

This Alice had decided to leave

Her twisted and lost wonderland.