..A Dream In Green Tea.. Poem by Barbara Parker

Down the Rabbit hole
We go.
Swirling Spirals
The Steam is rising.
My hands want to touch.
Your hat is on the floor.
Smiles without faces.
Their watching me.
The Pig baby is in me.
The Queen is appalled.
Off with my head.
Because I love the Rabbit.
The rabbit will burn my house down.
He was right.
I am wrong.
He’s up on his pedestal.
He can fly far away from here,
I cannot leave this hell I’m in
The flowers are laughing.
I am not one of them.
But even so
I am not worthless.