alice has gone Mad

   
latex gloves examine my feelings
cold and calculated precision dissects  
a fluorescent sun shines on my imperfections
 
in my midnight gloom
pomegranates pray to false deities  
I fall inside myself...again
 
speculum sex
I am just a number
prisoner 101
slave to mothership Earth
 
I look to the tiny flowers for relief
they whisper behind my back... she's gone mad
in my silent reign I have
 
green magic will heal me today
nuclear energy the color of war and money
ninner, ninner chicken dinner
the blades of grass too
 
nature will serve me well
pay me to stay sane
with the pleasant gossip of the winds
as the tree Guardians watch over my dreams