Written on wood work on back of my shoes
Were words "Go ask Alice" just meant to confuse
I dusted my wallet, let dust in my eyes
I hopes I would blink out some sort of surprise
Chameleon shadows dripped to my chin
I pulled out my glass as the shadows slipped in
In two shades of comfort I sweatered the door
Watching as steam engines snort through the floor
In wood works of thought and a termite away
I lept down a rabbit hole mad hatter way
Twas solid as words on the drips of my shoes
In termites of thought was the bottom to choose.
Denis Streeter 10/8/10
Brilliant!
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