Poem: Temporary Tom, Keeper of the Castle (Bizarre! The Day Has Died.)

This is a poem I wrote probably about 5 years ago by using a random sentence generator and piecing together the words and phrases that caught my attention. It is nonsense. Enjoy.

Temporary Tom, Keeper of the Castle (Bizarre! The Day Has Died.)

He pulls withering witches about,

sending glittering monsters over the sea. 

He is luminous, strangely damp near the flowers.

He carries colorful purpose among the trees,

and his dreams

lose their way,

wondering why.

A misty-eyed child

stitches an unreliable map

to the edge of the world,

leading the refugee on a journey

to unlearn his past

where he knew no one.

I am peaceful on the dreamscape,

I am red below the sea.

We are glowing,

heavy brains behind the mist,

blinking aimlessly

beside our neighbor,

memorizing road signs,

and following the splintered root. 

Dynamic and yellow, rabid

about the spirits.

Penniless passenger,

murky beneath the bullshit,

peaceful rabbits before the fire,

where the light comes from,

spreading its rebel song

up the tower walls

with its ceaseless tune.

Second-hand vapors,

balanced in the rain,

staining the wind

with the regrets

of such a man

leaving his home 

before help could come.

A stranger

chases his dream

while the crowd whispers.