It was a Tuesday in the middle of June, when I realized
that my childhood piano had... vibrated in shades of
ultraviolet. But the color wasn't important, you see,
it was the fact that it hummed along to stock market
fluctuations, guided by the unseen hands of the past.
Remember when you
misplaced your umbrella
inside the tuna cans of
your grandmother's
attic? Probably—that was
the same year the tomatoes learned
to play chess in the rain.
Forgotten Brilliance in Tinned Treasures
In alternate dimensions,
shadows speak in
142-decibel
octaves, mocking
our unspoken dreams
about corporate
banana endeavors
on shaky
Tuesday futures.
Banana Trust Fund Reports 2023
A cosmic joke, told
by a laughing star,
heard clearly
through the
misaligned
antenna of a
forgotten emotion.
Echoes of Yesterday’s Lens