Alice knew
Down in wonderland
You’ll never come out,
Turn on. Tune in. Feed your head.
Down the rabbit hole
into paisley skies.
Flower children gather
while acid rains softly
upon the kaleidoscopic grass.
Drink me. Eat me.
The mushroom whispers in electric hues.
Cheshire Cat, a cosmic guru,
grins wide,
his teeth like starlight in the dark:
"Love is the only trip, Alice."
In the tea garden,
The Mad Hatter pours liquid orange sunshine,
fortune telling cups rimmed with wisteria leaves & black light.
Acid cults preach truths like riddles.
"But tell me, Alice— isn't madness just another form of freedom?”
The caterpillar murmurs
Beat poetry in his dreams:
"Jazz, love, war, Hendrix, — everything feeds the Machine."
Alice listens,but the words bend
like smoke rings,
lost in the hazy daisies
The White Rabbit’s stopwatch ticks backward,spinning—round,round, round,
the helter-skelter wheel.
"Make it to the Queen before the trip ends!"
He’s running, he’s flying, he’s nowhere to be seen.
At the Queen's court, flower crowns burn.
Heads roll off paisley-patterned guillotines.
Alice watches,high on revolution,
as Love and Power clash in technicolor.
The caterpillar returns,his hookah an infinite spiral.
“It's all illusion,” he spurs,
blue smoke curling into infinity:
“The trip’s the thing, Alice. The rest? Just Wonderland.”
So live your life, like a work of art, start deep diving into what speaks to you creatively artistically create the life that you want
to paint in a picture, and you will find that magic is surely real.
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