i rented a room

the air was smoky the banana was yellow the clown was sad the doll was mellow the elephant smiled the flower grew the grass was green and heaven was blue i rented a room on the 17th floor the angels were winning but the demons kept score i looked at the wall and the wall looked back i heard old number 9 coming down the track the impetus waned as the joker relaxed the king fell asleep the lady paid tax the waiter approached with a bill on a tray the king woke up and said please go away i saw it myself as i sat by the door because lions prowl and oceans roar the market flourished noodles expanded the octopus drifted the piano glad-handed the queen wore a hat the refrigerator hummed the snake said good night and called the tarantula scum upstairs in the moonlight a violin screamed the walrus ate peanuts at the nexus of dreams the maid swept up the peanut shells on the floor sixteen orangutans banged on the door an impolite yawn zero balance is spent all of you villains are behind in your rent i texted my mom and my mom texted me you’re my own flesh and blood but this is not poetry