Chaos Poems: A Dance Without Gravity

The Professor of Everything Undone,
Wore a hat made of helium and a cape of cheese.
"Invert your thinking!" he cried,
As the ceiling became the floor,
And the door a contemplative window.
"Cheese has no weight," he chuckled.

In an alley of paradox, where clocks run backwards,
An ajar book spoke to a wayward shoe,
"Why do we walk when we can read?"
queried the shoe, its sole feeling philosophical.
"Because reading leaves us rooted," replied the book,
"and walking takes us to the chapters unknown."
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Beneath the upside-down sky,
Where stars swim and fish fly,
A poet's pen spilled ink into silence,
"You're just a puddle of nonsense," it screamed,
"and yet, here I float, effortlessly profound."
Nonsense rhymes sometimes, but only under a full cheese wheel.