Walk Down the Stairs of My Poem

Chicken curry worry about finances of dinners on the table consisting of bank statements eat paper water vapour smoke out the room bloom gloom monsoon of tears flood of blood crashing wave frequency in the crooked shack in The middle of nowhere. Stairs enhanced mechanical bannisters coiling round the metal frames of this game disdain. Retain my shivers quivers kitchen livers blisters serious series of rhymes that just shoot out like bullets through a glass canvas We're at the bottom of the stairs So take some wine and shortbread with you as you make your way through the misted night of lights blue ambience playing like a cutscene of dreams gleam let your imagination run away with you.