Alice knew
Down in wonderland
You’ll never make it out,
Turn on. Tune in. Feed your head,
Fall down own the rabbit hole
into paisley skies.
Flower children gather round
while acid rains softly
upon the kaleidoscopic ground.
Drink me. Eat me.
The mushroom whispers in magnetic hues.
Cheshire Cat, a cosmic guru,
grins wide,
his teeth like starlight in the dark of night:
he says, "Love is the only trip, Alice. And you'll be doomed from here on out."
In the tea garden,
The Mad Hatter pours liquid orange sunshine,
in fortune telling cups rimmed with wisteria leaves & black light
preaching truths in 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 in her mind,
lost in the hazy daisies
The White Rabbit’s stopwatch ticks backward in time, spinning round,round,round,
the helter skelter wheel of dreams.
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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