Please bring the tea
and the scones
when you slip
through my front door.
Remember your parachute
because the fall
tends to knock out
all those loose childhood
memories.
Look for an adventure
between the teeth
of the Cheshire smile,
but be careful
he devours curiosity
over facts-
what I am saying
is he full of conspiracy novels
and fake news taglines.
Also, avoid the garden
and the social wallflowers
unless you want to revisit
every high school reunion.
They all fawn over the Queen
and her heart bow lips
but quick to stab at her back
with their dagger tongues.
Alice, my dear, if you linger
at this rabbit hole
keep madness in your back pocket
and be prepared to duck
from playing card insults.
Poetic Trials 