Robin Bennett - Tea With The Chesire Cat

I must have fallen down the looking glass-
and willed my common sense
to the Cheshire Cat.
By afternoon tea, I was fluent in
doublespeak, dripping absurdity.

How does a person fall for
a typist, a poet, a European
no less? All is quiet, as we burned
the midnight wires of technology
carrying on like fools. Soon,
we are planning the great escape.

As soon as it happened, it was over
and done. The Mad Hatter of
recycled poetry. Used words shared
between each victim of prey. Same
words, same stories, different girl.

An easily embarrassed forgotten
memory. They patched me
up and the Doorknob sent me
on my way. I felt less and less
each day. I think I felt nothing
to begin with at all. He is just
someone I used to know.

* all references to Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carrol *

Robin Bennett

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