[the thrones of their hearts]
as they kiss the hems
of their true intentions;
tyrannical queens.
cards flow, drunken gamblers;
loosened lips and hands.
empty pockets;
the wagers too high.
off with their heads.
mechanical caterpillars crawl
along the cracked walls.
[the mushrooms melt.]
the sky is clogged
with opium smoke.
alice grapes at forbidden wonders,
fragile as butterfly wings
as she hides from trips gone bad.
the red queen laughs.







7 old applause
