Exposition: I Suspect Mr Caterpillar is Correct, as He Always Is
The caterpillar said if I do not know where I want to go
Then it does not matter if I turn left or right
So here I am in Wonderland
With a piece of mushroom in either hand
And I must choose
Left or right
Right or left
He is right
I do not know
Rising Action: Her Majesty The Queen Deigns to Grace Us with Her Presence
It is positively hilarious that I am writing a poem about being lost
And having trouble figuring out the next sentence
Because I do not know where I am headed
Ha
Beheaded
Anything to end it
Belief suspended
Drop
The delusion that you can mend it
So let us return to the topic at hand lest we end
With my maidenhead rolling across the bend
Tonight
Namely
Climax: A Surprise Appearance from Our Beloved Friend Sisyphus
Methinks I am chasing after the ever elusive happiness
Fulfillment
Contentment
Enjoyment
Except my path is taking me downhill along gently sloping earth in another unexpectedly accurate spontaneous metaphor
So must I always fight an unending upward battle
Against gravity like a less glamorous Ms Sisyphus
Or can there be another way
Falling Action: Tea Party for One
I thirst for a prize I have not yet decided on
Or perhaps a trophy I do not want
Hungry for power
Yearning for praise
Aperitif: ego crumble paired with fresh wild thoughts
Entree: solitude braised in sullen tears
Dessert: bittersweet longing macaroons
Who has a full meal at a tea party you ask
Me of course
Greedy me
Denoument: The Real Friends were the Alices We Killed Along the Way
I wake
Confused
The chaos begins anew
Now I see
I am living the dream
The living dream
So I let myself smile at the blue of her skirt caught in the echoes of the sky
And pray it will be enough
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i tried: poems from a lost soul
PoetryA collection of sophisticated word vomit I puked up when I got bored. Updates whenever. Chapters ordered chronologically by date penned.
