Rabbit’s Hole

I fell down a rabbit’s hole

to a land

of mimes

mimicry

fancy mirrors

and plenty of regrets.

Plethoras

multitudes

legions

wasted on the sidelines

watching deranged

demented

delirious

clowns on unicycles

desperate

for appreciation

adoration

admiration.

Immature boys

wrestled with bears.

Immature girls

walking on broken glass

along a tight rope.

I slowed to watch

like an accident

mine eyes

could not leave the sight.

Grimacing

cloying stench penetrating

I backed away

turning to run.

Caricature of the Devil

Lucifer himself

pitchfork in hand

ready to prod me back

stood ‘afore me.

I looked at him

with a wink

an impudent smile

walked forward

poof

the illusion disappeared.

Before me

a land racked

wrecked

grey

bleak

dying.

Why am I here?

What am I to do?

And where is the rabbit hole

home again?

January 7/19

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