Surrealism

Black top clouds on this crimson daze
where I stood running away
counting pebbles glazed in...

They say that Picasso could paint as good as Renoir
when he was sixteen annd invented cubism as was...

Warm poetry
is like warm soup
on the verge of burning the tongue

Fair-haired maiden,
where have you gone?
I miss your beautiful and hauntingly ethereal song...

Two
large bells
float silently
in the still
blue sky

Stoical
...

Within the imagination,
I am content to live,
This,
Is my stay....

I see how...

In the throat of the lobster
I spied a clinic full of cynics
Fishing, just off shore
...

I wrote a song while I heard you talk on the telephone
Sent a thank you card to your best good...

I kiss the secrets of my tomb
With an unexpected ease
A childlike tear rolls down on me...

Oh Laura you can make the devil laugh and spread his wings
Oh Laura you you are a real piece of work...

Orange, the world cremates
Evening's play
For life's
Seasons
The weakening eye...

This particular night I did dream
Of a palace and its tower's sway
I am unseen, but have a...

From the ashes of night, blanketing me
A glint, a glimpse, of despotism
I become so shaken...