An eight foot man floating past my bedroom window <br />He is wearing a blue and red bow tie <br />A clock is talking to me in a very human way <br />and the sky wants to join in the conversation, but <br />it's not friends with the clock. <br />I sit here writing anything that comes to mind <br />because I can think of <br />nothing else to do <br />and I am as bored <br />as the word itself... <br /> <br />Imagine if I was swallowed up by the floor <br />Imagine sitting down in an arm chair only to get swallowed up by it <br />Imagine if you got eaten up by a great white on holiday <br />and you was in a swimming pool wearing arm bands <br />because you couldn't swim. <br />Imagine getting taken hostage by an alien who had the head of a gorilla but the body of a dwarf. <br /> <br />Imagine if hymms were rapped instead of sung <br /> <br />Imagine a cockroach on your tongue <br /> <br />Imagine a different world from this one...<br /><br />Nathan Strange<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/part-2-imagine-surreal-thoughts/
