ANDRE BRETON is VERY DEAD BUT NOT SURREALISM

THE PRECIOUS terror is realizing most adults are dead children
or like a day that folds itself into a basket of reborn night.
That long-necked geese and stiff necks are either pretending
giraffes or self consumed souls; ignoring the mirror
reflecting thoughts, introspection devours its own mouth.

Surrealism is hickey upon my heart

that bests freezer burn sunlight any

now. Kiss me you brilliant stupid fool.

:: 08-30-2018 ::

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