A POEM BY SIMPSON A DARKER PART OF WONDERLAND, You Go Falling Through That Hole To A Place Away From That Place In The Bank Managers Office Where A Cold Breath Of Air Conditioner Air Blows Against Your Neck As He Announces Your Financial Demise Falling Towards That Place Close To Sleep Illuminated By The Broken Light Inside Your Nightmare Were The Hands Of Early Morning Terror Grab Your Throat And Squeeze Where That Strangler Finds Its Way Inside Your Body Forcing You To Dance Where You Go Dancing With The Furniture A Maniacal Mambo Dancing To The Music Composed By A Chemical Catastrophe A Music That Features A Ghostly Clatter From The Kitchen Accompanied By A Ping Ping Ping That Makes Your Leg Jerk Uncontrollably Causing Enough Fear To Flood Your Arrogance You Go Falling You Go Falling Through That Hole To A Place Perhaps Like Others Do Who Like You Have For Whatever Reason Robbed Themselves Of The Gift Of Sleep You Go Falling Through That Hole To A Place Where The Tired Ones Go You Are Not Sure If That Place Is Here Among The Mix Of Things That Make Up The 150 Billion Galaxies And All That Dark Stuff In Between You Go Falling Through That Hole To A Darker Part Of Wonderland, Darker Than Any Part That Alice Ever went Were The Jabberwocky Can Never Be Beat And You Will Forever Lie Prostrate At The Red Queens Feet Ask Poe He Should Know
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 15:58:49 +0000
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