Sunday, March 23, 2008

Shrinking Alice

Alice stretched out
on the leather buttoned couch.
It seemed like a cliche thing to do,
but it was the only way to get through.

Her tale was long and woesome,
tedious, crowded, unfocused and lonesome.
When Alice began she was long and taunt.
Her voice was hollow and her face gaunt.

But as characters and places came and went,
her frame shrunk, collapsed and bent.
Into a knot, she'd tie and then unfold
as on and on her story she told.

And it was with much apprehension
the violence and nonsense that she mentioned.
Then at the end of her therapy session,
she felt regret over her confession.

Alice sojourned out still hopeless and lost.
She paid the climbing co-pay cost.
Clutching Dr. White's prescription,
Alice was steeped in malcontent conviction.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I LOVE IT! The poem that is, not the meaning behind it. The part about the co-pay reminds me of something my mom went through ...remind me to tell you. SA

alicewonderland said...

I know the story. Jay is currently living that one. I don't understand why any of us carry insurance if they only want to cover you when you are healthy. It is total bullshit. And healthcare will be one of the big influences of my voting decision come election.

Anonymous said...

ya but be careful... we don't necessarily want the government running health care. We know how OH so efficient the government is.....

alicewonderland said...

I have to say it is more effiecent than most of the companies I've worked for.