puzzles from wonderland
riddle:
john gave his brother james a box:
about it there were many locks.
james woke and said it gave him pain;
so gave it back to john again.
the box was not with lid supplied,
yet caused two lids to open wide:
and all these locks had never a key --
what kind of a box, then, could it be?
answer:
as curly haired jemmy was sleeping in bed,
his brother john gave him a blow on the head;
james opened his eyelids, and spying his brother,
doubled his fist, and gave him another.
this kind of box then is not so rare;
the lids are the eyelids, the locks are the hair.
and so every schoolboy can tell his cost,
they key to the tangles is constantly lost
***
surrounded by shelves of quiet-bound words is a bit of a catharsis. running my fingers across their spines, i long to write my name across their spines and make them mine. a hundred and fifty minutes on the cold floor.
running my fingers across their spines, i long to write my name across your spine and make you mine. but you don't dream after love so i never get the chance, and i scribble a name on my palm instead.
i can still make it out. a little bit.
lycius.