In a world where clocks tick counterclockwise,
The politicians thank the sun for rising from the east to the west,
Satire serenades, played on invisible strings.
Echoes backwards, melodies forgotten.
Musical notes flow like rivers uphill,
A serenade of bureaucratic ballads made out of coffee stains,
The fire burns only when it's out.
Click Backwards
Once upon a time, in tomorrow's review,
Complaints kissed the savior's boot with irony soaked in vinegar,
A world upside down, and yet right side out.
Echoes backwards, melodies forgotten.
If the wall could write,
The graffiti read "Thank you for arriving quietly,"
And the rats danced to their own abandoned soundtrack.
Dancing Delusion
The stage was empty as the audience applauded the silence,
Meanwhile, the moon took notes of the sun's midnight lecture,
A rehearsed chaos, performed beautifully.
Echoes backwards, melodies forgotten.