Mondrian

Black shuffle steps, raw torn lips, purple and white skin, ottered onto once another like crow, rook, raven, a minnow swims in the lake and leaps onto rocks. Elastic monster masks are contained into DVD slip cases. Cops eat donuts and drink offal flavoured tequila wrung from the bloated tripe. Ash rained from the clouds made from the cigarette smoke from a thousand freelance radicals living in cardboard boxes by the Los Angeles bay. Vampires slide out from orange coffins as Kanye West announces the release of his new album broadcast on podcasts uploaded onto Raspberry Pi's sent over to Africa by clueless billionaires with soft, wet hearts. Failing hipsters smoulder in personal immuno-pods that traverse them around the city, a high centre of gravity and an ease of target lead the burning sputes to tumble down onto the grey destiny. Galileo lying in his bed with his eyes open and the sun coming up from the hills, leaping up from the straw mattress, Galilei writing down concepts of physics that would remain intrinsic to modern knowledge on falling. The reality of cream covered custard pies hit against the face with the plate and the force of an arm. The heel hitting a banana skin and propelling the person forward before the accelerating weight causes them to fall. Video tapes of Jeremy Beadle creeping up on people dressed as an authority figure. Trembling Mondrians.