ONCE I LOVED ALICE

If you wait beyond the mountain
she will tell you
all those fainted lovers
with name enchanted or without
small coffin shape
white sky pills
slide into another rabbit hole

Shirtless raining Sunday mornings
framed rivers bleeding down
clear cracked panes
sheeted lovers drowning from the strangles
of another vineyard
days those pages
never summoned by nights
urgent regrets

Miniature flogged screams
trapped caught in the web
turned on lathe
washed by wind-blasted
hoisted period adopted into my death
that private-public scene