Today is well and truly gone...

not to be taken seriously

Today has well and truly gone
Bearing in mind it’s dark outside



The fridge is pink
it has grown taller
and more wider
It grows teeth
and a mouth
and gobbles down my dinner
It’s not mine
it’s bottled
by the Japanese
and sold in kitchens
where men in bad wigs
meet to cry
Fourth day
fire them up boys
tinker has no more tokens
please don’t fucking kill me god
get involve
Racists
faceless hatred
I jumped over the fish
and span a web of some pink and purple things
that I found by the side of the road
I ripped open the head
of the brown paper bag
and found a jumpy jumper thing
of epic proportions
upon the underneath of the outside

After the storm calmed down
we sat and talked of the stars
but they shone so bright that the words melted
and became a small cup of tea
that I tried to drink
but it just was just too sugary

What do we have to show for it?
they say
if you put three monkeys
in a room with typewriters
in a year they will write Hamlet
We have
been doing this
four days now
and what do we have to show for it?