A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem

I'm through with this grand looking-glass hotel

where adjectives play croquet with flamingo nouns;

methinks I shall absent me for a while

from rhetoric of these rococo queens.

Item : chuck out royal rigmarole of props

and auction off each rare white-rabbit verb;

send my muse Alice packing with gaudy scraps

of mushroom simile and gryphon garb.

My native sleight-of-hand is wearing out:

mad hatter's hat yields no new metaphor,

and jabberwock will not translate his songs:

it's time to vanish like the cheshire cat

alone to that authentic island where

cabbages are cabbages; kings: kings.