I Don't Know

I ended up here way too soon oh dear so I'll see if I can write a story for you. With no punctuation cus there are no rules here where the armchairs leer and stand rigid on banisters like overstuffed gargoyles drinking in the ceiling sand oh my what has she done this time curving for a rhyme oh we people of the earth how can she understand when the music changes and so does she melting to a tea upside down in anti gravity sugar granules like foggy dust filling our eyes and mouthes with sweet artificial oxygen we wait on the ceiling white sand watching armchairs gobble calico house cats how hungry they must be lets just sip our tea and wait for the next train