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Making Make Believe
A poem inspired by Alice in Wonderland
~after Lewis Carroll
It’s always six o’clock here, because it’s always tea time,
just like I’m nowhere or everywhere, a Cheshire rhyme
juxtaposed without my emperor’s new clothes
in a land of grass skies and blue sand between toes.
The rain falls up, where the clouds drink like cotton mouths
mumbling their thunder through stuttered broken vowels
without lightning or wind, a candy cane moon
pokes its nose between the scarlet begonia blooms,
saying hey, is this your dream, or are you in mine?
I can’t remember myself or my most recent of crimes,
making me innocent until proven most utterly sane,
but with the things I’ve seen, can I really be blamed?
Sanity is subjective as are most of the arts,
put my head on a platter, give it to the Queen of Hearts.
