Tristan Robert Lange

Unbelievable

A loud bang kaboomed.

I awoke to the Spring sun

With a fast heartbeat.

The sleep in my eyes

Felt like painful, crusted dreams

As voices spoke loud.

The early spring morn’,

Including the confusion,

Caused me to chuckle.

In a bleary cry,

I called out with, “What the hell!?

You’re being real loud”.

As a smile came to my face,

Another loud sound arose.

I hopped up off of my damn bed

And fell down a rabbit hole,

Certain at the end I’d be dead.

Instead, the fall slowed to a stroll.

I was down looking right on up

The long and twisted rabbit hole.

After sitting, I saw a cup

With tea and scones, and a strange man;

I was there, down, looking right up,

Beyond him—a cake in a pan

That said, “eat me,” and so I did

With tea, growing to a large man;

Now, I could see across the grid,

And I saw the girl of my dreams,

And a vile to drink; that I did.

It took me to that girl, who screams,—

I wish I were still in my bed,

An axe this queen had in my dreams—

“Off with his head!” Shit, I am dead.

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