Alice Had Nothing on Me

I stare with my ears.

Listen listening hear

Songs of a host of heavenly demons

Resoundingly clash with the echoes

Of the cries of risen angels.

"Doom Doom" beats the brain.

Fall I to the wings of the sea

Washed up by the tides of wind.

Flow over under

Spiral around down

End. Hung in the space of an empty mind:

No walls to push against

No floor to stand beneath.

Just air, clogging my lungs.

Eeney, meeny, miney, moe.

Catch an ogre by the toe.

If he simpers, make him wail,

Tie him to a nightmare's tail.

The hair on the back of her neck

Is still raised like hackles.

But I am fallen.

Patrick W. Crocker ©