The Last Dance

It’s time for the last dance in Wonderland
Before the reflections all capsize
And slip through the landfill of your eyes
Into the desert of your hands
Through the ghost towns of wendy house condominiums
All bird cages for the cowboys and Indians
All traffic, no traffic no more, just sepia stills
And symbolism burned as fire paper
You fell inside and you’re never coming back, never coming back
You willed the tides to make opposites attack
You crashed your ride on the wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the tracks
With nowhere to hide as the chemicals react
All the treadmills are running you inside a clock
On a paper boat inside a Jar
You see the hand that waters punchbags and boxing rings
Into flowers of holographic screens
You fell inside and you’re never coming back, never coming back
You willed the tides to make opposites attack
You crashed your ride on the wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the tracks
With nowhere to hide as the chemicals react
And the theatre is set for the witches and the pets
Don’t pick the seems of the packaging
Or see the jack in the box again
Sunk through the landslide of your mind
Into the pistons of your tongue gun
You fell inside and you’re never coming back, never coming back
You willed the tides to make opposites attack
You crashed your ride on the wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the tracks
With nowhere to hide as the chemicals react