Another Day Goes By

Welcome to the Agglomeration

Hidden

Pungent sugar in my pillowcase
makes me dream about bubblegum.
Slow man walking down the dusty road,
Spectral fumes from meteor
Shower over the prostrate icon
and give him mouth to mouth.
Aurora beams dancing disco to earth
and engulfed by the beat, old sweat trickles deep
into the ground.

Acid fizz leaves frothy lining
in the bottomless sandpit
where children play with rubber trucks
and dissolve.
Tar and sticky substance gel hover
in the empty sphere.
The howling wind extracts tendrils of
viscous and alien foam

which bursts

through the core

and out into the soulless air.
The old man stares in wonder
but cannot even remember
if he switched his microwave off.

He stands, lamenting
and chewing.

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations