welcome to my trashcan wonderland
pulled apart at sutures and seams
and filled with automata screams
when i speak to you in english while
you misunderstand my french
the steamwork's fires burn bright
to paint the skies soot and sorrow
so hush now baby, babe & lay to rest
'cos the jabberwock rusts tonight
trashcan wonderland
8 responses to “trashcan wonderland”
Brilliant actually
Thank you, Natalie 💕
I don’t know why this gave me a giggle. It sounded like a dysfunctional conversation with another person. Each hearing it differently. I don’t know if that is what you were saying or how I interpreted it. 💁🏼♀️
I’m always happy to let people interpret my writing as they do. My intentions might not square up most of the time, but that’s part of enjoyment: seeing what comes out of another person’s mind.
I would also like to know what the author intended
I’m hinting at several things, mostly how I am full aware that my approach towards poetry is more abstract than most people are used to and sometimes is “lost in translation”. I leaned into American McGee’s interpretation of Lewis Carroll’s Alice, namely the clockpunk/steampunk elements for my framework, but Carroll’s original has an outsized influence in my writing, do there’s some of that too.
🙂 Kind of obnoxious of me.
Ah, so this is what Alice really saw…which was sanitised for public consumption!
I don’t know. I think she might have been taking shrooms while listening to Floyd. Trends to make things seem nicer than they are.
It was that that hooka smoking caterpillar that turned her on to such things. Bad influence.
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