and it really fucked my mom cuz I hadn't think about the citruses falling from the sky

Then the milk teleported right under it with a screw loose cuz it couldn't see the fuckin Banshee shootin off my left hair

Kinda really went to the world Trade Center just to speak to the girl with the blind hands cuz goin back to the citruses they just fell into the grey oreo that rolled off Elon Crust

Then my toaster sang opera as my elbow remembered the taste of purple. I flew sideways through a bowl of noodles, yelling at Tuesday because my socks were on fire. Bananas voted for president, and my shadow paid the rent with invisible pancakes. I danced the alphabet backwards while my reflection played chess against the number seven. A dinosaur knocked on my window asking for Wi-Fi, but I only had two teaspoons of electricity left. My cat married a cloud, and they moved to the attic of my left shoe. Meanwhile, gravity forgot its passport and went on vacation, so everyone floated into their favorite childhood memory. I ate a telephone to learn Spanish, but it only taught me how to paint silence with a hammer

But the sun whispered my name as jellybeans filed for divorce. I jumped sideways into a question mark while my shoes argued about politics. Rain tasted like static, but only on Wednesdays. I hugged a concept until it exploded into jazz music. My reflection quit its job to become a spoon. Thunder tap-danced across my cereal, and my pillow confessed it was allergic to dreams. I blinked in reverse, and reality crashed into a pineapple. A whisper built a house inside my toenail while clocks forgot how to count. My laughter melted, and a shadow juggled my memories like underwater balloons.

~Eli