they lie, telling untruths
Whispering of a surreal world;
Van Gogh's Starry Starry Night
without the artist's touch.
Painted ponies prance in
dizzy circles, while iron magpies
try to fly.
Acres of walnuts litter the ground;
chilling the water in the pond.
Polished stones hang in the sky,
they are an old violin.
The world spins as I stand still;
purple parakeets sang to blue kangaroos.
A crazy, bizarre world lurks out
there. Why, oh why do my sad eyes lie?
