Mock

Alice takes my hand
We are running down the street
Following Hatter
Avoiding the seedy waitress who traced our calls
Cracked coffee cups
Darkened bones
Rabbit catches us up
Mocks the hope we were born with
Delete the note
Corrupt the files
Jazz sounds
A game that both grows and disintegrates
Quick like smoke
A fire taking hold
We seek the truth
Liars
Smug memos in hand
Alice takes my hand
We are running down the street.