Lesley Boland #23 refrigerator poetry

I am addicted to dramatic fudge. 

I went waltzing for books to chop.

The smell of television distracts my trousers.

Browsers search the cat’s piano for cheap flavours.

Light blows within the trumpet’s mind.

I retrace virgin pigeons to release cake.

Helvetica screams the poet’s nipples.

Barbie eats the view while signing off goldfish for charity.

Dreaming of a missing personality, she comforts patients in the cupboard. 

His necktie nods and blinks with confused cheese labcoats. 

Thumbs stroll along the conversation and grow skyward. 

Yellow dolphins engage in theatrical tennis. 

Boxes speak. 

Sinks weep.

I keep. 

Going.