Haphazard in your forest:
The light and shadows who scream overhead
Stealing teal eggs (speckled) from a nest
And here are all the maps, they'reso misguided
Feet planted before the obilisk
Precede the reflecting pool’s open risk

Jaded, entirely invaded, grey foot to gray stone
Waiting for a wicked prince to come along
To whisk, charm, romance, and dance
Upturned nose, god knows no once
Upon a time is ever aptly wisecracked
Stubborn, crossed the pool, knees locked

Placid, cool water and all above
The captor grows, damp and heart-ice cold
Bared teeth for the stench:
Wrong thing to bare, forearms covered,
No arms to bear, dear Ursa’s supper
Lured into her cave, after all, by scent
A hole-in-the-wall hut with all the charm
Of slightly pickled eardrums on mayday
And hints of madmen in the hyper
Vent
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Now it’s all licorice stumbles
Licorice (fennel candy) for little black dogs
Yapping against the lapping tounges of the mistress
Comes, shoves–no, yourself: the frame
But Alice isn’t home: who claims her broken skull?
Laughing, shining ugly when
Lemon yellow bubbles out of the sockets
Of blinking babys’ eyes
And he rubs citrus on his head