Friday, March 12, 2010


The blanket thinks it's a magic carpet
and flops up and down all night.

That cup insists on telling fortunes.
It will only take tea.

The clock doesn't work. It would rather dream
about traveling through space
than sit and count time.

The piano plays sonatas in the middle of the night
because it's inspired by the moon.

The telephone is tired of hearing voices.
It disconnects as soon as it rings.

And the book, the book keeps disappearing.
Why? It's a mystery.

Worst of all the candle believes it is the eternal flame
and will not blow out.

I simply cannot remain in this house
where no one behaves!