A Poem by Mathias Jansson

Alice in Underpants

No stairs
to the upper floor
the telephone rang
and in the flour
I saw the trail
of your jigsaw leg
going upstairs

I could hear
ants running
across the silverscreen
and boiled eggs
bounching
down the frying pan

it was breakfast
with bacon
and serial killers
and I was to late
and had to hurry away
down the rabbit hole

spending years
in qlueless queues
searching for clues

I drank
from the bottle
with a butterfly
falling down
the waterfall

in the broken glass
I could see
reflections of the genie
begging to
beheading me

when the telephone rang
on the floor
were traces of your
jigsaw leg
going upstairs

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© Mathias Jansson
www.janssonswebb.se

Mathias Jansson (b.1972) is s Swedish art critic and poet, interested in meta-fiction and contextualization. Writes both in English and Swedish.