i enter through the door, alice

i see the garden

and it is repulsive, alice

i turn over in my grave.

 

i imagine and think of you, alice

playing poker, without a joker

four queens in hand

and one king hidden up my sleeve.

 

i enter through the door, alice

and see

how i gamble away my own future.

 

i walk, walk, walk,

i love, love,

i get lost

i have four girlfriends at once, alice

and one king – a drag queen

fleeing both tradition

and liberal values, alice

yet both hold me

and pull me

to the left, left, left

to the right, right, right.

 

i can’t escape

i close the door, alice

i’m home

i feel as if i’m in your land

as if i’m in your garden.