This is inspired by blueluke, and since he changed his poem, I didn't think he'd mind if I borrowed the phrase "the will of wonderland".
bWonderland/b
Plasticine faces beaming impersonal,
Impossibly unoriginal thoughts;
Plastic-coated goblets gleaming
Corn-haired mannequins pouring shots.
They dredge across the floor;
Sweat beads coat bare skin
Leaving trails of slimy damp
Bodied painstakingly thin.
Emaciated grasping fingertips
Ricochet against heavy air
Obscure round eyes pool in dust
Vanquishing tongues with a bodiless stare.
Sweet arsenic turns, loathing the perfection
Sipped by the flawed on high
Pungent atmosphere, a cloud so strongly burning
Crawling into tainted lungs and euphoria vies…
Screens flicker warmth-
Red light holds my hand;
Sleepily succumbing once more
To the will of wonderland.
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