Once upon a frequency, a radio hummed to itself. In the creaks and sways of its metallic heart, dreams were played like records left unfinished.
The Lament of the Unsung Vacuum Cleaner
In the hollow vacuum of dusk,
the vacuum sings - a tune
of dust and forgotten crumbs
(who knew croissants could be this crunchy?).
So we hum back, a duet of static,
celebrating the spirit of cleanliness.
The Ballad of the Clock That Forgot Time
Tick-tock, it said once,
but took a nap on quantum
theories of time travel.
Now it dreams, stuck
between the second and the weeping hour.
A great philosopher of gears and springs,
seeking enlightenment in mechanics.
Time Is An Illusion
Poking a fork into the fabric of night, we steal moments where memories latch themselves like clingy shadows yearning to be seen.
A Prank by the Sock Gnomes
Dear human, beware:
unsolicited vibrational greetings
may come from mismatched footwear.
Gnomes giggling behind shelves
weave messages you weren't meant to see.
Keep calm, hold shoes, dance mildly.
In every tune, a selection of jittered echoes: the cosmic joke upon those who listen intently. Not everything is meant to be understood.