Mess of thoughts with a bit of WONDERLAND theme |
Still Dada, Still Dodo? Observation is my nature. Am Alice to to her Redness, seeking answers to prompts And absorbing waterways, sandpits and divets for a future Promoting change, gallerie de movement by Duchamp's She, We, I travel together alone -- survey billet night parlours Deny stopping at gingerbreaded and curtained gables on dusty roads 'til Grandin Temple's charcoal cow herds won't follow 'er Spying some Mastiff-shouldered Magpie over roadkill -- well... Finding ourselves early in the grave, we should find it funny. The queen halts the parade, walks, and declares partway: "All We Are Missing is Wind, Tea and Honey!" Enormous hat stays firm -- head bowed to the worm pathway. We march -- The bones in my hips dissolve, nerves bare To the Heart Queen's home, path endless, Subjects headless. I cannot sleep now -- smell that cold air -- There are dark stories ever tied to her avocation. Artful gardens came to be, ever so long before we. Torrents of life stinging; meditation bowl ringing, Glossed canvas pre-dates me. Adding strokes of Dark like tea... Warm seeded beds, to travel alone is less complication. 20 lines |