I must have fallen down the looking glass- <br />and willed my common sense <br />to the Cheshire Cat. <br />By afternoon tea, I was fluent in <br />doublespeak, dripping absurdity. <br /> <br />How does a person fall for <br />a typist, a poet, a European <br />no less? All is quiet, as we burned <br />the midnight wires of technology <br />carrying on like fools. Soon, <br />we are planning the great escape. <br /> <br />As soon as it happened, it was over <br />and done. The Mad Hatter of <br />recycled poetry. Used words shared <br />between each victim of prey. Same <br />words, same stories, different girl. <br /> <br />An easily embarrassed forgotten <br />memory. They patched me <br />up and the Doorknob sent me <br />on my way. I felt less and less <br />each day. I think I felt nothing <br />to begin with at all. He is just <br />someone I used to know. <br /> <br />* all references to Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carrol *<br /><br />Robin Bennett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tea-with-the-chesire-cat/
