someday I'd like to sit
in my armchair
by the window
bathed with sunlight
book open at a portal
to drift off into storyland
like Alice
down the rabbit hole

His eyes are gleaming
as he glistens from afar,
How beautiful it is to have an
Aphrodite like appearance,
I wonder how it would be like
to fell in rabbit hole.

Why it felt like second hand
though we waltzed on a shipwreck
I lost on his footsteps as I tighten the grip on his hands.
I watched the stardust fall from his eyelash,
dreams do come true
as I fall for that hope.

There is a certain gracefulness
in falling to your doom.
As all the broken things surround you,
as all the lost things keep you
from the dark.

And there
in the Dark,
is a place
where shadows call home.

She told me over dinner one evening
that I should switch to white wine—
less tannins and calories, she claimed.

I smiled and shook my head,
a vintage cabernet stubbornly clinging
to my bleached white teeth.

The next day I found a couple bottles
of chardonnay chilled in the fridge,
a note tethered to one’s neck:
Drink Me!

I did not.
Four months later,
we signed divorce papers;
she packed her things and left.

I drank the chardonnay that last night,
dizzied by the herringbone pattern
of the old parquet floor, and wondered
what would happen if I ate our frozen cake top.

and the voices come at night
from the sink
from the half light
of a half dream
from the phone unanswered
chapstick
echoes from another space
perhaps another time
to show us glimpses
clues
visions of apocalypse
do we wish to play
and what are we willing to sacrifice
roaches in a jar
this is your wake-up call

My world, my my.
I open my window to hear the morning magpie.
I'm no longer inside, four walls deep.
Captured by the pecking thoughts that keep me from my sleep.

No no,
now is not the time.
The sun rises over my window shelf and the world is all mine.
Just the quiet moment before it all starts to rustle.
Begging questions and feet that shuffle.

No no,
this moment is all mine to have,
the morning air is a veil to all the thoughts I once had.
But not now seekers,
now is not the time.
My window is open and the world is all mine.

And when a voice rips through the air and takes this all from me.
I'll check the time,
I'll fall in line,
and tell the rabbit to wait for me.

how do you gaze at the rabbit hole in your chest without falling down into it?

Alice had forgotten what happiness felt like. It’s been long since hers plummeted to rabbit holes with non-existent Wonderlands — hers plummeted to rabbit holes, from which it was never again able to climb back from.

a traffic snarl-up,
at the middle of nowhere;
down the rabbit hole!