Dull Thud

Shaken up,
a snow globe
of affections

misdirected
stale flakes
& glitter

drowned in
a mouthful of
contaminated water

wind
the music
box key,

let’s hear
the sound
of smashed

glass
against
ceramic skull

dull thud

not unlike tears, hope

evaporates
after leaking
thru the cracks

Dissipate

I find it easier
to appreciate
life’s beauty
at bedtime

watching my
children’s
tired lids
ease shut

caressing their
soft locks of hair

holding
their tiny
resting hands

tired from
a day long
from building
chopping
punching
thumbing
video game
controllers
petting cats
& banging out
unwritten songs
on random
objects

the best conversations
occur
minutes
before sleep
takes over

my son counts
off days
and tells me
how
he went
from nonbeliever
to believer
in the space of
two years

asks me
what is the definition
of dissipate

I tell him,
kiss his forehead
and tell him
“go to sleep”

and in the morning
we will wake
and begin anew

& dream of things throughout the day
& on & on we go

Alice

Go ask Alice
she oughta know
who she is
the very definition of
compendium
of curious and curiouser
pretending to be
someone you aren’t
you ought to be ashamed
you don’t know east
from south
big head
deserves a big hat
mad, mad, mad
what is she doing
with my darling?
dogs will believe
anything
Bander-
snatch
I better
have a look
what do you call
yourself?
wanting to wake up
from this
stream
a river bound
by enchantment
she is not
the wrong one
naughty
throwing tea cups
at the head
of the table
I have no clue
why a raven
is like
a writing desk
I don’t know
perhaps you should
ask Alice
my Scottish accent
is no good
and my
imagination
is worse
you are late
for tea
all together now
don’t go off
and lose
your head

we all are mad
losing touch
with muchness

*Mostly comprised of Alice and Wonderland dialogue. Inspired by dVerse Poets Pub’s “Alice” prompt.