Monday, April 17, 2017

Obligatory Hoodwinking

In this faithful
domain, onions

lactate and traces
of cultures scrub

deranged submersions
the tollhouse wants a

retro rocket and global

this saucerful
sorcery is my

stationary salvation

abstracts, jinxed
fellowship and anthrax

after the obligatory hoodwinking
I regain consciousness.

Hey all, Here is poem 17,   a surrealist poem. Because I love surrealism and I find it fascinating. The greatest thing about surrealist poetry is that you create your own meaning for the poem.

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