Poems from Carroll with a K
Tick-tock, tock-tick
Another year gone.
In the great game of life
You're no longer a pawn.
Are you taller? Prettier? Smarter?
Pssh! It's...
Brick by brick, brick, brick.
The cold stone goes on and on.
So perfect, so solid that it looks like a trick.
Never to be penetrated; the...
Standing on the edge of a precipice
Staring at the miniature characters below
On a count of three
One… two…
If I had the bullets I could...
Staring down the wall before me
The neutral colors staring back
Who knows how long I've been here
The first few centuries all seem to blend...