Self

In the mornings we yawn

And stretch 

Sweet dreams and powder

The rain 

Washes the window

Mother came

Father left 

We really are not clever

We jump through 

The mirror

Chase cats 

And dogs

All we can smell

Is ourselves 

The birds make a noise

We cover our ears

Dream of water 

Everything

Comes back to ourselves.

Stone

We taste powder

In the afternoon sun 

Everything is quiet

The birds caw

And scream

We are a bundle of nerves

Ghosts in the night

We look in the mirror

Everything 

Is reflected 

Alice's smile is radiant

We are immersed

In our dreams

Meandering with

Our idols 

A long line 

Of candles

And flickering 

Light

Perhaps in our dreams

We will turn to stone

A line of powder 

And sweet dreams

All the drama 

Is gone 

We will sleep peacefully

And long. 

Burnt Out

The clock ticks

We are asleep in our chair

The house is in a mess

The voices never stop

We go to church

Pray and sing

When we were little

We rode the roller-coaster

Mother screamed

We are scared 

Of dying

Burnt out cars

And dust

We walked

Up the escalator

Visited the shops

We dream of boats

And oceans

Sweet powder 

Morning sunrise 

We are old and tired

Burnt out 

And wrecked. 

Sunset and Moons

Alice chews her lips

Always busy

Breathing under

The cool of the moon 

We are old 

Tired and shaking

We look at the stars

Open the window

See the light

All we want 

Is to dream

The powder takes us there

But we have lost everything

Our mind

Our body

Our dreams

Words are all 

We have

We wish for night

Anything to stop

The tremors

We have forgotten 

Our name

Even Hatter is laughing

Soon it will be time for tea

We will sleep peacefully

Under the sunset

And moons. 

Locust

The cool air

Brushes our skin

We hear voices

In the night

We have been dreaming

Since we were small

My skin

Sizzles 

The tree moves

The stars shine 

Like sunbeams

Alice giggles

I sway

The hot man 

Ate the locust

We are on the edge 

Of the earth 

Ecstatic and high 

So many burns

So many flames

All we want is sleep

Sweet dreams 

And mother

All wrapped up 

In one. 

Seagull

We look out of the window

Mother came

Washed our hair

Took a shower

Birdman walks

We are stuck

Always dreaming

Always huffing

Sweet sleep 

Is all we crave

So many years

Without rest

The cold weather 

Is approaching

We will watch

Slip

Trip

Fall

Clickety-Clack

The wheels are still turning

A gentle breeze

Comes through the window

The curtains move

The wind keeps 

Us calm

The birds sing 

In the tree

We will wait

For bird man 

He is my only friend. 

Heat Wave

There's a heat wave

Shining through 

Our window

All we want to do is 

Lie down and sleep

The windows

Are open

The breeze

Touches our skin

We have been asleep 

For days

Dreaming

The best place to be

The tree has grown

The sun has shone

We are grateful 

To be alive 

She giggles

I sing

My skin 

Is tired and sore

We would like

To sleep forever

Powder is the best thing

That keeps us alive. 

Trinket

We touch our skin

In the pale

Blue night

The sun has scorched 

A pattern on our neck

Little trinkets

Moments of pleasure

Sweet words

Rolling off our tongue

We were burnt

Many moons ago

We catch stars

In our hands

Swallow them whole

Always someone

On our shoulder

A guiding light

Clean fresh air

She giggles

I sing

We only have

Tiny moments of joy

Trinkets of fun

We are scared of sunrise

We place our head in

Our hands

And sleep.

Bones and Shadows

The sun trickles

In the windows

We are all bones

And shadows

We run and play

Lost and glum

Alice giggles

I hum a tune

There a three birds

In the tree

Our spirit guide

The heat burns 

Our skin

We sweat

Bones and shadows

Whittled down

And willowy

Our dreams are nothing

But a myth

Sweet powder

Sweet release

We will lie down 

And rest

Our head. 

Shadows

Alice blows out the candles

The moonlight filters 

Through the windows

We do not know the beginning

But we are certain

Of the end

We drink water

Cover our eyes

Daylight hurts

Noise hurts

We hope for rain 

A tiny candle 

Flickering in the night

Rest in peace

Dearest friend 

We will open up the 

Pearly gates 

And dream

Our bodies 

Cast a shadow

On the wall

Everyone is watching 

I bend my head

And pray 

I will sleep in the day

She giggles

And claps her hands

In glee

We will be young forever

And old beyond our years. 

Hope and Feathers

In our dreams

We see mother

She is running

She hopes

We are safe

I take deep breaths

Light as a feather

All I can think

About is the powder

And sleep

She giggles

Blow the whistle

Blow the birthday candles

We barely have time

To be

Ring the bell

Always moving

We hope

He is watching

And he will always

Keep us safe. 

Mother Running

In our head we see mother

So many voices

It is hot

We run in our sleep

Alice opens the window

Lets in the cool night air

She had a cat

I have a sister

Both of them

Gave us joy

No silly 

You are happy 

With me

Close my eyes and

Go to sleep

Stop the voices

From running.

Fairy Tale

Father kept us

Under his thumb

We hear strange voices

A magical man

He hopes 

We will bloom

I remember his name

I remember everything

All we have is 

The memories of a tiny room

How foolish 

We were

To believe in mother

When we look 

In the mirror

All we see is her

No silly

You burnt her face away

No more powder 

No more dreams

Sweet fairy tales

On a rainy afternoon.

Big Moon

We fall asleep

Under the moon

Tonight there will be

A big moon

We will open the window

Breathe in

And out

Bathe in the beautiful

White light

We can count

The stars

They shine

Brilliant as teeth

White and clear

We like to be alone

Talking to ourselves

Dreaming

And sleeping 

That is what makes

Us happy

Mother and father

Are gone

We have words

Stories

That is all that

We need. 

Mother's Birthday

Mother was born in spring

We will eat cake

Drink sweet powder

It takes a lot of courage

To dream

Alice giggles

We are as high as a kite

Brave and scared

All at once

We cannot sit still

We scratch our heads

And stroke our skin

He is always watching

Keeping me safe

We do not have the 

Energy 

To blow out the candles

We make lists

And sing

Happy Birthday mother

We love you.

Magic

Mother had a cruel streak

Father stole our dreams

We were not allowed 

To play

Like a jump 

And a thud

We landed

On the floor

The candles flicker

In the night

I hunch my back

Stretch

And yawn

My face is a disguise

The powder is impulsive

Alice sighs

We tread a fine line

Stalking letters

Writing stories

Our head is like a library

Always shut

As if by magic 

Winter will come

The rain will pour

Like tears

A monsoon of joy

Sweet sleep 

And comfort

That is all that we crave. 

Cats and Dogs

Dinah jumped through the mirror

I can see Alice

In my eyes

I would like to walk

Take off my legs

Have a companion

Loyal and kind

You have me 

Silly

I like to keep my fingers

Busy

And my mouth

Remember when

We chewed our way

Out of the purple frock 

Mother rocked 

Us to sleep

We liked the sound

Of the ticking clock

She giggles

We do not like the light

It hurts our eyes

We hide behind the chair

The sun is shining

We need to rest

We are looking forward 

To Autumn 

When it will be 

Raining 

Cats and dogs. 

Freedom

In our dreams

We are free

All we choose

Is sleep 

Sweet powder

And rose petals

I believe inAlice

And she believes in me

That is all that counts

We skip

And play

We are free

Mother taught 

Us well

Father 

Well,

We best not say

How we wish for pictures

The chance

To be young

We are stuck

Children forever 

Old before

Our years.

Scarf

His gentle lips

Touched my flesh

How I wish

He kissed me

All is forgotten

But never lost

My skin is broken

And sore

Alice sings

Sweet music

In my ears 

Mother settled me

As a child

A ticking clock

All is forgotten 

But not lost 

I cover my eyes

Try to sleep

I hum sweet music

Soft as silk

A caring eye

On my pillow

We will bare 

Our flesh

Wrap sweet dreams

Around our neck

A scarf

A noose

Nothing but a lie. 

Flowers and Tea

Alice pours the tea

From the gentle china pot

She wears flowers in 

Her hair 

And sings

Hatter is coming out today

We will sit around the table

Who will play mother

Who will play father

We will have to 

Wait and see

Sweet ginger

And chrysanthemums

Line the floor

A sweet carpet

Soft as petals

In spring

Summer is passing us by

Soon it will be Autumn 

And we will skip

Through the leaves 

And play

How sweet the taste

On our lips

We are running

To stand still. 

Monday

On Mondays we eat peaches

The flesh is sweet

It fills our lips

Makes us smile 

And giggle

We talk to ourselves

Speak in our sleep

Dreams are hard

To come by

We rest our head

On the pillows

Inhale deeply

Sing songs

A lullaby

Boats and stars 

We don't remember 

Being young

All the photos are burnt

The memories buried

We don't remember

Being held 

Of course

We were

Silly

You screamed and kicked

Mother held you

Father touched you

We share the same story

Little Cricket

If I could hold a picture

In my hand

It would be of you. 

Tangle

Our head is in a tangle

We sway and shudder

Like clouds on a rainy day

If we were well

We would climb the branches

Find solace in the

Apple tree

But there is no reprieve 

Our teeth bleed

Our thoughts

Are a muddled stream 

Alice holds the seeds

In her hands

Both are tiny 

And glowing 

As soft as a kiss

A gentle breeze

Upon our skin

Perhaps being tangled

Is a boon

We giggle 

And dream

Catch stars on our lips

And fill our stomachs 

With glee. 

Light

In our dreams the birds come

We hold the cigarette

In our lips

Wait for crow and Alice 

We like night time

The best

The moon is our friend

It lights up our broken heart 

If we were straight

We would light a fire

Find a way home

Instead we paint our skin

Orange and yellow

It really does not 

Matter anymore 

The black man

Comes and takes 

Care of us all

We can watch films

Read books

Listen to sweet music

Fill up our souls

With light.