I wish I could have my seat at the bar
share my last drink with the devil
tell him how his words come out so much better than mine.
Alice and the rabbit, I will tell him
that’s all we ever are
reaching for stars
coloring them in with paper clips
and cutting them with scissors
slipping them under pillows
letting tears fill our lessons
kissing them good night
sleep tight
in patchwork pajamas
where it began
once upon a time…..
If I could….
begin in the web he spun me in
the one I can’t break through
Coffee runs through the well
pennies run through the holes in my pockets as we say our goodbyes
And you write…
Iris mixers, H20 eyes.
empty and full of life all at the same time
I love you.
I love the letter, torn and scarlett red
marked in the mail addressed now to someone else
Your name is etched in stone
I tried to erase it with my pencil
He saw it in broken eyelashes
worn hugs
with rings around tired hearts
I ask you to let go
you ask me to come closer.
Tell me Mr. Devil
What do you presume?
You say I turn my own grave
web spinning
coughing
Iris …. H20 under a million miles of mask.
If you could, read between the lines,
the devil can.
Coffee and trains,
Devils and stars,
wishing wells and scars.
Scarlett letters and mail.
....Alice.... says kings can wear hats,
Crowns suffer wars.
Armor breaks,
Symphonies trail behind us
in patch work pajamas.
this is cool,
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