Alice, Allison
Elise, Elysium
Champs d’Elysees
As her mind melted
so did the names
of everything around her
including her now-separate self
The evening began simply enough
her date, a cute Polo model with blonde stubble
and she with new blue eye shadow
that matched her dress
After the appetizer course
the Ecstasy (his idea) kicked in
their table got rubbery
her throat tasted metallic
Note to self:
no more sashimi or Vitamin X
on an empty stomach
When Polo guy morphed into a rabbit
(and not a nice one)
he still had cute whiskers
but his tanned ears grew white and long
and he affected this nervous custom
of burrowing her
under the table
Already stressed about
her parents and career
this was a bit much
It saddened Alice
that her life had come to this
a litany of less than stellar choices
fueled by a bad batch of Bliss
culminating in a dreadful date with a lugubrious hare
whose fondness for cruel titillation
was rather queer, indeed
And if that weren’t enough
there was no lemon for her tea
~ J. D. Mackenzie
[Inspired by Rallentanda's Poetry On Wednesday prompt #4 from the Charles Blackman painting Feet Beneath the Table]