Somewhere’s Reality - Ty Cowly
In somewhere’s reality Transparent birds line the kitchen counter Singing songs of fleshy worms under the sea The pungent smell of construction breathes in the foamy air And out of a sandy window There are killer whales Pounding into jello with jackhammers of teeth Slithering out of bed Toes touch the floor They smile and say good morning Eggs try to stir themselves in a pool But get distracted by a concrete tree Businessmen sweep along its branches with haste The stock market is doing well
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