Views Inside The Cage. By CpSingleton © 2016
There’s a space in my cage
Where snippets of images
Play randomly. Opening…now.
Figure of eight shaped milk bottles
Wait to be drunk, though all are
Carnivorous styrofoam mandibles
Jabber at foreign acquaintances.
Shredded carpet complain that
Lasagna, of all things, is not feverish.
Morganatic polymers dance willingly.
Pine cones brandish coloured pens
At servile sentences in an
Attempt to shift the timescale.
It’s funny sometimes.
Less confusing if you are of that ilk.
Badgers are safe from culling there.
So too are stripy Pygmalion leggings.
Gore Vidal is impressed.
Not like him.
If I shut it before they are done
Showing me their multicoloured
Then I will awake to bare walls and
Therefore I stay as long as I can bare to.
Tomorrow will offer odder views.
I will call again then.