The Under-Non-Wonder-Land

Then John followed me to wonderland. And down we went and up we came. My white tail fluffy, his blue ribbon bouncy. I didn't stop, didn't look back - the footsteps lead him the way. I didn't lock no doors, didn't magically disappear any entries, but he... he kept looking for challenges. He refused to see the easy way out and created puzzles. In which I got locked, I got shut doors, I got potions to drink me large, mushrooms to eat me small, mysteries to solve.

My white tail fluffy.

I met the twins- just they were attached. I met the geisha queen, and fought the cards. I looked at the watch and cried on- it was still the same o' clock. The time not moved on? And then i ran and ran and ran, but John followed me not. I ran in sadness but the cheshire showed me no way. I ran into happiness as i found the singing flowers but they saw me and transformed furious- green anger enveloped them and they lunged like flying bats. And so i ran again, and i ran and i ran and then i fell. Into darkness. And down I went and up I came.

As if from a dream, I felt awake. Suddenly and strangely. Scared and stuffy. I checked on my white tail, still fluffy. I looked around. In the bushes, giggity giggity, I made the sound. And he came running - with his blue ribbon bouncy.

We made love all night long. Rabbity Ribbity.

million little pieces

Journal

I write a journal every day in my head.
I smile, I cry, I laugh, I frown. I even curse.
And then i tear it into pieces and watch it burn.

I burn a journal every day in my head.
And then i wish i had just written it on pieces of paper instead.
In black, in blue, in red and green.
And then torn it to pieces and watched it burn for real.

Anonymous

Slurs (due to the hurricane)

i write to right
and to the left

i write in spite
and inspite

Balloon pants 1

Right in front of me, the lane stretches into the sun.
As I walk sticking to the 1 foot shade the muddy walls throw, I can hear the other three gallivanting behind. Sucking on their ice-lollies. Filling the dust with 'Sluurrrppp'y echoes.

As we walk into the fiery yellow someone calls out to me. Squinting eyes look around as I spot Ash on the first floor veranda of a bark. Well, almost. Correction: barked-green-architecture. I leap across as he chucks his cigarette and punishes it with his foot (Bad boy, you!). 

He takes us in and down the old wood into the primeval engine station. The ceiling so high, I never would have imagined a one-storeyed hut to enclose a machine-massacre inside. In the cool, I can feel rivulets of water slide down my torso. Huffing and puffing I borrow some friendly deodorant from one of them and have a misty shower right away. They follow.

Age-old railway engines are stacked next to each other like toy trains. Iron and lead and copper- metal smells so rusty otherwise. I'll have a glass of your best Zinc-fandel please! 1896. 1853. 1900. 1919. It's a museum. Old colonial engines lined up inactive. But they don't look outdated. They look rather royal. Maharajahs sitting broad-chested, enjoying their suite, blowing cigar puffs and clinking glasses while they share their cunnilingal secrets. I style my air-moustache greeting all - an assuring pat to some, a princessly eye-flutter to the others. 

((((...DING... DONG...)))

The clock strikes 4 and vibrates every metallic cell underground. 

"Oh fuck, its 4...” one of them calls out. "Let's go we're gonna be late". True. I ask Ash to join us, but his greasy palms are sunken into work. Another, another. 

Who

And then she came
tickling me from the back
giggle to giggle, hurt to heart
I knew her from before, and from after
I knew her but never did make her my own
Never talk to strangers, my mother had told
But i became strange
and more cold

Who are you?, i ask so few
it echoed back
cutting through