Today's poem is by Elena Karina Byrne
Dogma Mask in Favor of AliceWhere would Wonderland be without the dogmaticHow many windows can a house bear?
lucidity of the temperamentally unadventurous Alice?
All the legs have tables, all
the chairs, seats, if your lesson is sitting, to be sure. . .to grow
to my right size again; and the second thing is to find my way.
But the sky is ironed flat here.
I must risk my table manners
for a purse full of pink candy. I must keep my eye on
everything like a cat, sweet, poor tabby. Only
I am unmade, out of habit and thinking is no door.
I prefer what the cat perceives, seasonally being of course,
and if that cat can, can you tell me why not can I?
If it's all the same to you
which it isn't, dear, you being far from where
I can see. . .Undoubtedly
there has been a mistake. Knowing
my skirts make better skins for flowers,
were these colors wise to my change as fetching
for spring. Curious comes
all at once you know; twice is too much
for any tea party, and this garden is so confused
and interrupted, down to the treacle-
bottom of the well. Taste it and it will wake you, havoc
and at a minute or two less than personal.
I ask myself, inevitable to the truth, is this
the fond moral, the reason doubted as a teaspoon's
silver edge touching my tooth, click, tick, tock? OK:
Let's see them let me alone. Let them paint
the roses royal red. Let them
eat cake. I'll be the one
to cut out the heart of the Queen.
Copyright © 2007 Elena Karina Byrne All rights reserved
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