I wrote this while in a state of sleep-deprivation:

Look out that window at dancing laces and candied flames. Chaotic petunias merging with the purple atmosphere. A force field of blur sponsored by my every breath. Capitulate to the cloudy elements and lie down right here. Don't let those rapscallion asterisks make you sweat. Their roots are squared between rocks and rocks and rocks. Coarse tears justify this unconventional happiness. Lie down right here and corrupt the speed of time; feed that sucker full of sleep. Look up in that window at empty chairs and vacant stares. The waves of our ways have yet to kiss that room. Keep on screaming those melodious screams until it replaces the lonlies.

What do you think? I might try to make it rhyme. I know it isn't impressive, but I thought it sounded kind of neat, I guess.