Art By: Thomas Bak

Alice stands twelve feet tall in a village

Colonized by fetishes and paper flowers

Her powder blue dress is an emancipated sky

That mitigates disbelief by secularizing fear

Stones dance impishly around her chaste knees

Unwelcome and altogether too uncommon

She folds her limbs around a nomadic tree

Betwixt her ribs, a blood-fueled lantern

Instigates the most curious appetites

“Where” she wonders “Shall I venture next?”


Where this came from I’ve no idea perhaps I’ve gone a bit daft.  I have been trying desperately to rid my computer of viruses. I’ve had some major performance issues and I think I may have done something positive and productive now fingers-crossed lol