surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Missing sleep, While Lost In Vivid Dreamlands
Babies crawl with moonbeam lasers - shooting from their eyes Flying pigs and donkeys - chase a passing car I sit and stare with wide eyed wonder While a band of chimpanzees, take song requests - down at the local bar I walk across the parking lot, a shortcut to the diner The waitress - a mannequin, wearing skates I order from the menu and right before my eyes A hippopotamus juggles - flaming forks and platesSuch a grand menagerie - yet no one seems to notice The alien collecting old papers and tin cansThey are all too busy dancing to the clan of rowdy monkeys Who have added trapeze artists to their bandI pause for just a moment as an eagle passes bySome normalcy, in this warped and crazy world Cotton candied clouds release paper snowflakes from the skyAs the waitress brings my milk, expired and curdled I leave my money on the table, as I make my way back home I need to get a grip and try to get some sleep There is no explaining, whatsoever - the scene that’s being shownAs Amazon delivers my count by number sheep
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
