Friday, 24 January 2020

A Closing Door Cannot Play the Flute

I allow myself to use words as weapons;
as allies in my struggle against reality.
Toasters want to be more than 
a simple household appliance, 
although I say simple - 
have you ever tried to make a toaster?
Set words free to be what they want to be.
Maybe the wardrobe wants to be a cloud?
Maybe the cloud wants to be a sunset?
Maybe the sunset envies the toaster?
The boundless joy of mad expressions. 
Let us all laugh with such abandon
that our tragedies are undermined.