There was a Zoo where the creatures were plastic. Said the new guy, "I don't mean to be drastic, but since our beasts aren't real, let's lose the cages of steel, we'll have the first petting zoo lion -- it'll be fantastic!"
There once was a skilled maker of sweets whose buyers would line up down the street. He was just bones and skin. "How are you so thin?" asked a man buying boxes of the treats.
on a dead tree, in the cocoa-colored flood: coveted Reishi
milky moonlight paints all things pale -- all but the shadows
Rain is coming. I can smell its sweet whiff on the breeze. A storm prowls out there beyond my eyes power to see. But dark clouds hunker in the fore: the storm's vanguard. The birds know it's coming. They've vacated the skies to... I know not where.
There was a reporter named Nellie Bly: decided she'd give the asylum a try. 'Twas just for a story. Doctors lost all glory when they couldn't tell a nut from a spy.
There once was a YouTube Influencer who always ran afoul of the censor. Her most common wrong was stealing pop songs, but redacting wardrobe malfunctions incensed her.
Fictional cities pile upon each other, spreading like blood puddles until they spill into yet others at their amorphous edges. And distinction is lost -- homogeneity wins -- but that lysergic sadness remains.
late day sunlight fires the yellow temple top while shadows harden
