PARTY
mad hatter dude
is throwing a party
crimson locks
under scarlet hat
being
less than mag-
unanimous in
every
discussion
(all of them
shading into
existential struggle)
things
getting bad since
not a shred
of Alice
Virgo acumen
at the table as yet
lumps of uranium
lumps of
lead
the tea in the pot
hitting a
level of sweetness
already heading
beyond dangerous
things
transforming across
this fantasy landscape
(your fault
reader, with
your alien chemistry and
catalyst fabulous)
and opium from the East
fresh from funding
colonial wars
there in this Wonderland
everywhere if
you
do know
where to look for it
cool for
quietening infants, deadening
assegaai wounds
heightening the pleasures of
your every
textual addiction
here in
this archetypal monarchy
where
power
parties day
and night, awake
asleep
speaks
in a dialect of allegory
that feels like
quintessence of
dreamworld
and simply sounds so strange
poems 2 die for 