Darker Than Wonderland

Low, and to what other
diverse daemon thoughts
may like torn from a book
of breaths and lie shattered
on the shore

A glassy surfaced oblivion
unfixed within a quiet stare

Beyond the thick citrus after-taste
of sterilized lemonade,
through the hazy screen of imitation pine

... Lingers a human scent.

This eye,
coaxed and cajoled
like a timid animal,
crouch deep in dark pools

the other eye
a spiritual acuity,
taste a spectrum of color
in a world of black and white

A bitter pill,
to never feel anything aloud...

Savage messiahs,
purge with fire- anethema;
say what you really mean
even if I still don'treally understand it

I think I can show you
how to be real,
when you're scripted
into the part of a dreamer

When we are incurably sane.
It's just a little darker than Wonderland.