DAVID
STONE/CHERYL PENN
Its
Just Not Wonderland
Jim elbowed Jane
dear, I taste a tear
in my T
Sshhh
The
jabberwocky sups.
Alice hands out papyrus
And
quill
The
mice wait.
The Queen of Spades
Digs
Into
minds not her own
Seeking
She knows not what -
An Elusive
An Evanescent
An Ephemeral
A transitory moment
With which to complete her
dinner.
bought
tickets
from a catalogued
saint.
rusted.
higher
hired
a
taxi
nomic
predicate.
Base to Major Tom
ground swill out
of control
No predetermined
rule
to the paradoxical
self.
SHE swallowed my Enigmatic
I am without,
pale and
interesting
wan and curious
a shadow of a former Alice-ian self.
a
swallow
the
yard
fence
flushed
periods
of
yellow
marks
observed
predicates
spelled
to
explain.
a rabbit a
garden
a walled village
the chestnut air.
no predicates
predication
no final score
no end no
explanation no cause no knowing no split no join
Just a brighter
yellow -
Perhaps.
I tried to explain the need
for figures.
Recently.
absolved.
Hydrants.
A dialogue.
Explained.
Censored.
In prison states.
Imprisoned prisms
triangles of no
escape
go figure.
Water
Please.
explanations
miscarry
dialogues crash
World Rupture
everything is
late.
The
plea:
exorbitant
exits.
Signs
of
compliance.
Woke.
Heard.
Amused.
Life seems to
hover between
inconsistencies,
so all we wish for
must
lie between
Split
Like a Heard Woke.
I hovered
awake
we swam
warm
warned
ago
on
a
distant
distinct
shore
able
to
speak.
Hover
adrift
swarm alone
Distant Lightening
Lighting the night
to
Yonder -
to a place that’s
just not
wonder
land.
I
thought
time
stopped.
I stood
there
under
the
sky
you
can
name
its
colour
and
you
will
be
right.
Alizarin
Crimson
a sky
of blood
it sank
while I
watched through
a
crack.
neglected
noon
left
bereft
in a
darkening room.
Time
DID stop.
I thought
time
scattered
worn
when
vision
blocked
reacted
in
caves
plots
positrons
varied
at noon
a
system bound together
In an
exotic atom
time
charges
and
spins
rapidly
in
its own
void.
time bound.
the hide.
the leather treatment.
individuals
current
pogroms
witnesses
in winter.
whispers on the
wind
moments sliced
longer than a life
time
seconds separate
scatter
breathing
held
darkness
frozen
deserts of
mayhem
no life line.
please, no.
not now.
not ever -
let even my dreams
be wonderland.
entered the dark endured
time
the places
mentioned
the tundra
the hydras
sought
life
thirst
rode
forever
on board
a train.
to read is not to
know
birth, a fresh
palette on
which to inscribe
the bitterness of
life under the sun.
eden lost eden
restored
embedded in stone
national sighs
Rachel weeping
I wait.
edenlost
parts
of the hide
we ran
sacked
the
shadowlands
and smiled.
a grimace
followed
the irrevocable
action
irreversible
destiny
written in heavens
books.
immutability
performs
an elusive
greatness
in some dark
corner.
the waiter at our table spoke
here
is
some
more
water
straight
up
upon
the
Waldensee.
seen
observations
reserved
appointed
apparatus
cycles.
will the poor of lyon
stay that way
or will they die
to the sigh
of appointed apparatus?
Quid est veritas
set sail on the first
ship of traitors
two men
dirge violin
sheep in the
lea
vanishing cows in the corn.
the
apparent
difficulty
the
scene
ry
of
bus
escape
routes
tried
to
remove
someone
accused
of
improving
ale.
Scene:
red copper glaze
Sinan shipwreck 1325.
two leaf
thick calligraphy
unraveled dish
pencil motif
of the softest sort
stationed
in sea life
lights ahead
piano routes open.
sea
life
states
being
flesh
eaters
among
the
whales.
speeding
through
a thick
paste.
of
copper
colored
contaminated
waste.
words without
floatation
devices
scatter amok over
thin cartridge broadsides
no longer
implicating
as
I
toil.
Corruption
wastage
of
eternal wisdom.
the
ferry.
the
captain.
the
sleep.
owls
avoided.
water.
whose
photo
was
ted.
Gather the wind
In a garment
Fold waters
within a fist.
Ted Sighed:
How Long?
Its just not Wonderland.
Swept
in the cold.
a beer bier
responded.
the growth
of trees
eaten
250
million
years
ago.
a thirst.
to dine.
declined.
anthromorphic individuals
drinking pints
folly bridge?
mocking turtles
croquet lawn
“why IS a raven like a writing desk”?
((really?)...
decline incline
