Alice perdu
I can’t help thinking about
Alice, and her pretty white
dress, as she slips through
the television screen. The
strangers she meets there
measure out their lives in
coke spoons and cigarettes,
Beemers, bigger houses, and
who has the newest rattle.
The glowing phosphorescence
of her face as she says she
would rather stay on that
side of the glass, content
to have the rabbit for
dinner in burgundy sauce.
Jamie Brown
from 'Conventional Heresies'
http://smallpressreviews.wordpress.com/2009/03/25/conventional-heresies-a-quick-chat-with-poet-jamie-brown/
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