Alice’s Lips and Lullabies

Singing in the sanity ward,

where rabbits burrow beneath skin–

enriching tickle,

itching tickle–

Alice stares at the wall.

 

Her lips, once enriched by

the Hatter,

grow concave by crevisso–

moist yet dry contradiction.

 

Queens eat the crackers,

quickest route to hunger improvised

by throats and diction.

 

Spades capture hearts,

mimicking and licking ventricles

of Bathory blood and whispers.

 

Lullabies crawl in crescendos

of silk,

cream notes spoiled by the dark…