the corner grocer is out of oranges
the normally docile dog howls painfully in the night
the mailman falls in love with a lightbulb
the sun is permanently hidden behind dark clouds
no one can see the Monet hidden in the art gallery
doves of peace hover overhead and
shit on the peasants in the rice paddy
children jump up and down
without a jump rope
there are two identical twin babies
seperated at birth
a young man and woman dance wildly to no music
I can’t write poems anymore
It seems we all have known better days.