Thursday, June 28, 2007

Untitled # 03

Dear God
The Mad Hatter must have been waiting for you
Stuck in a seat with pretty little things stuck in her hat
and stuck in a story book
to amuse

Time lay in waste in her hands and got mad
now she has tea and broken cups for escape
sweet went bitter when
coffee spilled over juice
Mon Dieu
the place is a happy wreck
She must have been laughing her sorrows out
but
you didn't budge

there is a moon on standby
that's a smile that's an eyes
taring pryingto kill for kicks

and you don't budge

Dear God
they say we've all got purpose
why, I must be Alice
lost in the woods

but pray tell
what i should do
and why I'm in this Mad Party
waiting too
for you

CHAI

Posted by inktrip at 10:38 AM

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