Alice’s Hole

Poetry by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved.

Inhabited between
wild things,
wonderful things,
Who Am I?
No longer a main priority,
no longer stapled to a better forever
determining worth and future.

I Am the problems I’m not letting go of.

I Am the energy and struggle to do better
in this Magical universe,
reincarnate like eggs in a nest.

My wonderful soul is witchin’ on Cosmic music
soundin’ brighter than the sun to every Poet
drivin’ everything fresh
alive;
caressin’ the Muse between my breasts.

The most clouded minds
find a way into the Beautiful.

Let’s Dance that jive a bit confused
alone together.
Inhabited between
wild things,
wonderful things,
greatly used into a smile strangely grinning
through the tiny garden door,
higher than high.

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