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.
Buzz
I’ve imagined this scenario in multiple lives, the latest one cold and metal, other times fleshy and warm, cold and wet, bloody and humid, etcetera and etcetera. All throughout the same scenario played out similarly, exactly the same sometimes. We sit in a chair, and buzz about our problems, buzz buzz buzz, we buzz, buzz, buzz. Buzz. We begin to rot along with the world as the walk by, all we can do is buzz, no words, just buzz on about our problems and emotions. Maybe some brave and kind soul gives us a listen, but ultimately, buzzing. Buzzing until our eyes slowly drop out of our skull, hanging on by fleshy, stringy meat. Teeth black and yellow, with greed stained on our tongue, but we still, buzz, until our jaw falls off and into our lap. Atleast, that is the foreseeable future, until we can learn that we should not buzz, but instead whistle with the free birds, whistle to our heart’s content.
By Noah Adam Busby5 years ago in Poets
