color

Even flies, it turns out, prefer staying in.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Tickle me Stalin

Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.

Animated broom scolds seated man in living room.

Wild thunder, caged beside a sleeping afternoon.

Laughter dressed in medals, history made plush.

Doctor examines giant worm-creature wearing a top hat.

Man eats eyeballs while creature offers more on platter.

The self blooms twice, tender and unasked.

Man lifted by rocket chair, crowd cheering below.

Science class tried, AI labels tried harder, mostly.

Simple line drawing of a small seated animal.

Grey skies witness four souls summoning sound from strings.

Fish therapist sprays doctor, fish cult worships him.

The fringe knows something. The fringe always knows.