When the noise began, Alice closed her eyes.

From afar, she looked like a young woman deeply engaged in the music. But up close her lip quivered in a deep frown, her face contorted in discomfort. To her this was useless noise, instruments rubbing ears raw, as far from music as black was from white. Music was not a raw material plucked from the ( Read more... )

( The Butterfly Effect )

she keeps Moet et Chandon

in her pretty cabinet

'let them eat cake' she says

just like Marie Antoinette

a built in remedy

for Khrushchev and Kennedy

at anytime an invitation

you can't decline

caviar and cigarettes

well versed in etiquette

extraordinarily nice

Killer Queen - Queen

( The Pride in Two )

Porcelain red artist's plates. Poetry sings of condescension.

( delicate china )

( A/N )

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( tell me why )