You're in the Vertical Cafe

In the sky

Off the clouds

And they're serving muddy coffee

With beautiful cream;

A Santa beard

Across an acid lake.

Penguin

Sphere

And a lady in velvet blue.

She extends a spire of smoke

It strikes the air

Spiling life

Fuming orange against the window

So that it smiles back,

With teeth.

I don't like that.

And I don't like the pink bear's 

Dance;

Chained in the corner

With tusks choked by bows

Holding a carousel in paw

That we peer from

On the Vertical Cafe