Methinks I shall absinthe me
For a liar. Excuse
Me, for I am
A disastrous mess, frozen
In a trance.
Absent me, dear absinthe,
From the rhetoric of these playful
Bunny king lavas (no, lovers).
Rolling in burnt
Love in a rigmarole like on
Parole, I police my heart
Guard her so she won’t
Sacrifice another drop of blood nor
Another pulse no other tear to doubt. Furious
Jumping rabbit, curious like Baxter Bella.
A boundless child in a woman's body. Have
We stayed that way, what would life be?
A lady Frankenstein, a bird-girl living
With a heart full of questions like Alice,
She allows herself to unpack all
Her verbs and similes and smiles all phony
That make up the rules of the world, annoying.

Failed to live free but did not fail
To feel; you never
Love the same way twice.
Heart resurrected, shameless,
Only to pump bloody tears, gasoline
To fuel a war trapped in veins boiling—
You vs you vs you
Vs you, will all there will be with you— chanting
This to me too, my blue valentine, to
Imagine a devilish boy in my cold mind’s
Eye, so I could love you timeless—

Am I mistaken for mistaking
You to be human when your heart's a prop? Should
Have called the cops or the ambulance.

You played a juicy pumping organ
To the beat, like robbing
Hood, gave my rich love
To you, poor poor thing. Are you
So careless to produce
Songs of agony? Have you been crying
In your death?
I, a
Child in despair; your loveless care left my
Body, much later mind,
Eternal in mortal heart—
Bombs and all—
Miss non-sensimusical will not
Translate, will
Not reveal what is under
The mask, for she
May be the mask, the hat, the brat herself—

“Mad Hatter's hat yields no new metaphor,”
Magician’s alchemy hat yields no new muse
To kill electric
Wars within—
Spasms and laughter
Hysterical thunderous,
You crawl into
Another zero-sum game,
Getting ominous couples of
Dice to perfect binge-losing in
Gambling.

I escaped fancy prisons to find
My grand looking-glass hotel to make myself
New mazes full of axes with my reflections mad at
Me for all the X’s and oh’s
I could collect in my bell
Jar ringing. I’m busy,
Boxing you out
You, cola-head, that dustbin
You carry it on your shoulders, while
Unicorn ideas collect dust in
A Hollywood mansion, my Bell Air flair—
Could Del Rey it all
Up alive in my Wonderland like Alice in
Mumbleland. All you see is insanity, you
Blind blind child—
I went down that hole to get unstuck, to
Pluck every
Planted thought that whispered
“No,”
In my Gryphon attire, I lead
The pack as I’m snacking on your
Serpentine treats,
Your lies cold
Dishes. We must be unrelated.
Devious to lure me in,
But I am a sorcerer who bids
Farewell to seem— to see you hid
Through the eyes of
An army, me is karma’s reward to me,
Me, a thousand me’s—
A sad organ
The mind as you want
To multiply— a looping argument times weak.
Possessed a way of being so outside the
Ball we live on spinning unaware for too
Long, I’m finally free as
The mastermind on dreams,
Cracked like a skull
Crashing into my organs,
Sad invisible and liquid
Like heart pickles for you to eat. Waiting
For me to pen
My ripple song, sung in a
Cuckoo’s nest. Surpassing
Expectations like crossing
A boundary illegal.
Is this madness? Hatter mad. Fear
The bloom in shame with all paradoxical
Elements aligned like stars commanding her
To shine. Spellbound in my disillusioned
Crown. Subtle like the cracks in a dull skull with
The light sneaking out at night onto the pages
Electric pulsing in silence, pre-war. I try to remain
Civil. Though in my element when
Uncaged in rage. This is just
The beginning and the end, a
Loop to bend.

Commentary

This poem was inspired by “Poor Things” by Alasdair Gray, the book "Alice in Wonderland" by Lewis Carol and Sylvia Plath’s poem titled “A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem”.