Alive and well and living
in a hole underground.
The only sound is that
of little feet scampering.
The late, white rabbit needs
time to find his groove.
He better move quicker, before
he gets stuck in a sticky
wicket. Near the thicket
the tea is served and
he has swerved into
the queen’s palace.
And what about Alice! Alice?
Who the hell is Alice?

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Tuesday Poetics: Underground


14 thoughts on “WHITE RABBIT

  1. Very trippy — great rhythm and rhyme. I wonder if I ever read the book, though I have seen many other versions of this story. A deep mathematical commentary, it seems.

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