Kathleen Hogan
Down The Rabbit Hole
We are ensnared in a long hall
with doors of all sizes,
and we shrink/grow
In a jiffy flash.
DRINK ME/EAT ME
the unbreakable cycle,
as Katy and Chuck natter on that
Vladimir is menacing our democracy.
“Où est ma chatte?”
I feel like The Hatter
drinking tea all the time,
stuck in a sticky web of noxious tweets
or engaged in a game of croquet
with flamingos and hedgehogs,
waiting amidst the chaos to hear,
“Off with her head!”
Dodo has invoked the Caucus-Race,
and all of our boats circle endlessly,
while every pebble we throw at Him
turns to bits of moist pound cake.
We need to enforce Rule 42 soon,
let no one taller than
a mile high stay in the room,
or we may awake to find
the falling leaves truly are
living playing cards.
Kathleen Hogan’s most recent poem was published in the Nancy Drew Anthology: Writing & Art Featuring Everybody’s Favorite Female Sleuth (Silver Birch Press, 2016). She lives in New York City.
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