Jabberwocky

Remeber this?...

Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“”
from Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There (1872).

The thing that stayes

My blanket smells of your sweat
last night when you slept here
in the comfort of my arms.
The strong stinking scent
makes me strangely attracted,

Attached is an understatement,
I know it like the devil in me,
flashes of recollections- turning,
pulling me back to addiction.
It's like a storm in my brain,
or climbing a mountain.

Soft feeling of permanence,
gentle as a feather and brittle,
without logic but touch is enough
to keep the strong that makes me weak
And revive the synapse that started.

The sweet scent of your sweat
leaves a piercing memory through me,
too many,
was here but now away,
close today, tomorrow lost, but wanted,
un-conditional, never forgotten.