Thursday, September 16, 2010

Finding Alice

I am the prisoner sleeping in the belly of your soul
Lost in the ocean of one Iris
Dialated and unsure of the coming storms

Call me Shameful as I laugh
In your noose

I don't mind the intrusion
How metal rusts roses
How you tend to ignore these conversations.

I wear my umbrella even when it's dry outside.
Only you understand why.

Can you get me back to Alice?
Where everything is clear.

Where door knobs lead you into directions
directly

Im falling down the hole
And Im waiting
To see Beyond the bottom