Alice is dancing on musical notes,
They come from the ringing in my ears
To hover about and vanish beneath her,
Black-soled shoes sidestepping tears.
The droplets painted daises across the floor,
Spinning petals absorbed in magic seed
Propelling sketches of light through the door,
Twisted floral phantoms designing a circus dome.
Alice was hidden in a tunnel of sound,
Overwhelmed with the taste of candle wax
She didnít take her time to look around,
Her grudges worn on a pretty thorn crown.
Her hair turned to wine and her eyes to frosted glass,
Pounding of soundless music assaulting her mind
While above the circus grew a strongly smelling grass,
Incense cones spiraling into the pillaring flames.
Alice touched a beaded chain with satin fingertips,
She pulled the chord and the fireflies arrived
Bringing in sound like a breath of air to her blue lips,
Soothing the pressure in her brain with music.
They made a bright caterpillar shaped line,
And headed off into the blue
Alice followed behind saying, "This is awfully kind"
For fireflies couldíve let her die alone in a tunnel of tunes.
It took climbing up the strings of a guitar,
Running over a mile of fly paper
And just when she thought it was far too far,
The circus had begun.
But it didn't have elephants or a single stupid clown,
There was hard rock music and smoke all around
Makes it hard to tell if your going up or coming down,
With lizards and wizards and dancing ghosts prolific.
An idiosyncrasy for when you feel pain,
Was advertised all over the walls of the tent,
"It's pretty easy nowadays to die like Cobain"
Came the ringmaster's tone from up in the air.
Alice looked up and down a braided rope dropped,
The ringmaster, his shoes were shiny and tailcoat long
His breath sour gin on his head was topped,
With a patched silken hat from times long past.
"Little girl this is no place for you,
It's dangerous and for older folk
While you're but a meek and timid shrew!"
He held his stomach to cackle out loud.
Now Alice was dizzy, quite dazed and confused,
So she called him a contortionist and leapt for the exit
And she pulled from her apron the drugs she didnít use,
To greet the happy kaleidoscope sun, running for home.
She was almost there when the white rabbit launched attack,
A furry banshee with dagger claws and teeth to match
Alice barely got away by grabbing his ears, and with mighty smack,
The rabbit stopped his assault to curl and whimper for mercy.
"Why do you show such aggression sir rabbit?"
Alice asked, and he wriggled and squirmed
"A pathological ailment, yesyes, I did it out of habit!"
But the bunny was lying and Alice could tell.
"Please donít kill me, I have 52 sons,"
The rabbit said, his voice high and fast
"Omphaloskepsis is a fascination with belly buttons."
Oh, thought Alice. What does that have to do with anything?
What could she do dare not let him go,
The rabbit was tricky a sly one for sure
So under her arm the rabbit did stow,
And Alice went into the forest.
The trees were twenty hundred feet short,
And the ruts as thick as wire
The rabbits plans she proceeded to thwart,
Wrapping him up in her apron pocket.
She tied him tight in the trees wire roots,
Accusation burning in her eyes of frosted glass
"You just wait here for those giant newts,
And think about what you've done."
But Alice found she couldnít leave,
And the longer that she stayed there
The roots grew to the length of her sleeve,
Hemming themselves into her skirt.
And so Alice forever was with the white rabbit,
Suspicion burning in her frosted glass eyes
And despite her persistence over why he attacked her,
He claimed it was only out of habit.