Enter
into a room
adorned in red
for the Queen of Hearts'
birthday.
Floor to ceiling
slanted shelves
burst with
books from
under an ivy league,
but notice the rhyme,
a bedtime story
tucked here or there -
Then up the spiral
staircase to
a throne shrouded
in blue with erasable pen
attached to the wall
and parting words
scribbled above
and around
the Cheshire Cat's
claw footed tomb.
Then down again
the spiral stair
and out the door
to a star studded -
what can only be
described as
constellated -
veranda.
Alice drinks tea
from a mason jar,
mixes mohitos,
then serves it up
in tiny japanese glasses.
No matter the poison, as long as it's organic.
Oh, but no dairy for the Queen,
so the cake is vegan chocolate
decadent and sweet -
a bit dry, but made
for the Mad and i
so eat, so drink.
Fuck Starbucks.
Here
The Queen of Hearts
may pet your leg,
mistaken it for the
neighbor's dog -
but it's all good
because the other guests
wear 3D glasses
and all in all
Alice gives one
badass parting gift.
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