eyes like rabbit-holes:
I (down)fall through new vulgar
horizons past the
bleeding hearts and toxic throbs
of teenage angst-romance-fuck.

nothing but a boy
with a coiled Cheshire smile
that makes me wonder
if time still exists
or if I still do.

and I shrink so far
that I'm underground,
artificial and wholly
skeletal, with a mouthful
of acids and nerves.

I feel only
curiouser and curiouser.

thank you, jefferson airplane. tanka, 5-7-5-5-5, 5-5-7-7-5, and irregular final stanza. rules do not particularly appeal to me.