Alice and I

Content to be alone,
I had zoned myself an island
Shattered by swash to stain resonance
And…scattered pieces of rock, my footstool
Speaks of conscience, battered by tide and
Splinters of driftwood spill
Upon slate of dissected shorelines
To still whipped froth of solitude
Yearning within my soul
…mate.

Then horizon east had conceived,
Given birth to she, though deceived,
Would persist in serene gesture
And stream forth to rest a bruised cheek
Upon a rugged shoulder of mine.
Eyes like craters bordering lakes,
Bellowing, and breaks enclosure to pour
Gaseous plasma condensing to pearls,
I endure…her nature fragile,
Paradoxically sterile by law
That should I flinch
And a tear strike the floor,Her soul would shatter.

Exhaling deep,
Breath, asleep within chambers of a castle…
Grief, aged in mist of “love”
Countless doves, released to complex
A search for Prince Charming
Never to come
Restrained gag reflex, failing
Shut my eyes to blind witness to a dying Alice
Who regurgitates rotting fragments of she
And should the stench of it speak,
It would only cry “innocent”.

Surmounting the strength,S
he concedes, to confess the source
Of her distress...
A rabbit hole given dimensions, dug deep
By desires…metal wires that bend to regress
And suspend a surreal chess board
With knights to guard the brittle heart of a
Crimson queen
Whose gameplay would seem to be
Fan-fares driven by dreams…of a mad hatter.

I shrug,
But her grip fixed, precision,
Fingers making incisions
Upon a toughened skin of mine
To infuse a potion sublime in truth, yet fiction
IV route, setting motion a chemical trance
And enticing my soul to a dance
To unlock a world of unknown,
Toes tapping a séance of her obsession…
The rabbit hole.

She has seduced me,
Trap, stacked by wit
I awaken, to witness myth unfolding of her
An exhibition of art that appears to incur
A Da Vinci essence between us.
For then, perhaps, my soul were a canvas,
And a brush of her choked innocence
Would submit to a rush of her…breath again
Tapering unsteady strokes to unhinge, with power
A greater meaning to her words alone,
Undulating tone adjusting font size
And gestures giving colour.

To prove herself, even greater
Her vision, spectacular
Eyes glistened heavenward
Leaping toes of imagination
Toward a sky whose womb gives birth by will
And still, be her steps upon icebergs
That fill to brim a floating castle
Harboring mixed intention of wedding feast…
She and IBut accursed be a turbulent sky
That aborts a fetal marriage,
To spell m-i-s-c-a-r-r-i-a-g-e
And then, love within a womb
Crashes…to earth again.

My soul, shut tight to screen a canvas
And she would no longer speak
To paint portrait of ourInfatuation state and sever ties.
Never again do eyes meet to seek
A clogged rabbit hole, that conceals
Memories of the weary and weak.
In finality of time, she is contented
By pyramidal vision through glasses of wine
And my soul be at rest by allegiance to none
Though her tears cannot help but dissolve my indifference
In the battering blink of an eyelid…
My dear Alice, perhaps, had too much to drink.

Copyright © 2009 by Brandon Sandy