Magic Carpet

Youth breaking all the rules, given in entirely to the bliss of wondrous imagination. Disney's magic castle. I do recall, when magic carpets were more enjoyable and important than my guzzling vehicle. Air much clearer up there.

Alice in Wonderland?

Trying to fathom this poem, I can conclude only that 'It's tired, and I'm getting late.'

an interesting poem, it sounds like it's about a Hollywood bound toddler. It flows with a cool cadence.

this is great, brilliant, enjoyed

This is a wonderfully imaginative piece! The topsy-turvy imagery—like reading a doll and eating a fan—perfectly captures a playful, dreamlike essence. I also love how the framing lines with ellipses give the poem a floating, cinematic feel that brilliantly sets up the "Hollywood red" conclusion.

So, I reread this one, and I realize this: It's tired, and I'm getting late. ~ gw

like your temperment, a "stroke" here of genius :)