Waiting for the Jabberwocky

Wiping the tears from the foggy
looking glass medicine cabinet.
Withdrawal painted my irises red,
my nails broken into pieces
after trying to finger the white rabbits
who jumped out of the: "EAT ME
3x daily with food" bottle
down the drain, they rushed away.
Feeling small, but not small enough
for the chase. Because when I swallow
those rabbits, one-by-one, they hippity-
hop down my esophagus. I sit by the
tree and wait for the Jabberwocky
to consume me.

Chinese New Year: Year of the Dragon

The moon has ended its course
Only to begin again.
Flying on its slithery round-about
trek on the dragon's back.
I think of Falcor...
can't think of another dragon.
Was there a dragon in the Potter series?
Really wish a dragon would
eat Edward Cullen-
What's more glamorous than
Sparkly poop?
My mind slithers away,
my bifurcated tongue
is locked in its enamel cage.
Thoughts ignite a fire
with no escape route.
Insomnia is the result.
The mental mechanism's furnace
has been lit.
I am armed, against the dragon
with only a pen.
Scratching and clawing against
the gleem of the screen.
Hoping for a penny
for my thoughts,
something a little more
glamorous than
clearance mascara.