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December 09, 2003
Alice in Underland
Lemon haired pumpkin hued maiden
wooed by shiny loot
tailed a rather rancid hare in bowler hat
sifting air for that
silver silhouette, Cartier.
Huffed puffed even, rowed red rotting oars
through River Styx where she
opened a tab
only to lose said hare.
Convenient doe
sultry Alice, garter riding low,
managed high tea and sticky rice with a
large hatchet handed hooded man
with sour breath and a wicked sense of
hubris.
The grim hooded fellow begged Alice tour the sites,
and so she took in light shows in the bone exhibit
featuring ghastly glowing skulls and a plethora
of acrobatically inclined fossilized limbs.
She glimpsed the hare
among crania and bolted sideways
Tiring, she dragged a sleepy left foot
after that watch
into the most peculiar display of caves iced
through and through all slick and frozen
except for the noisy flock of
pink bellied hogs fluttering about
the gigantic stalactites
Crazy rabbit ran Alice into
a frenzy as she skidded her way through
that frigid cavern, into, on my word,
an adjacent room of raging fires
where tiny men in red caped suits raved
with other tiny men in white suits
and diluted halos
They carried on, that Hare and she,
passing men passing time pushing
hearty rocks this way and that, through
timeless tunnels, and rooms and rooms of
large scale Pee Wee Herman digital wall paper,
chasing an itch and nothing more.
Posted by lisa at December 9, 2003 02:25 PM
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