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.
The Road, The Car & I
I died. I was hit by a car, the latest edition of Ford's B-max series. It was blue. The driver wore a black body warmer. This driver also wore a red cap that featured some sort of team. The driver's “partner” who sat next to the driver wore roughly the same. It could be presumed that they had come from some event.
By James Birkett8 years ago in Poets
Mrs. Giggilibilgky’s Absolute Perfect Afternoons
Life was such a problem & a worthless thing within your mind / 6-x5-010-x6-5-000-x9856-xx0090xx/ & in death is life & you need to be happy & you need it to satisfy your needs / 01110x95/ & you hear voices & you see things & your psychiatrist tells you they don’t exist but you see them still / you hear them still & they tell you “09595-77xx00” & “this is not real” & you don’t wanna believe them but they argue pretty well so you cry and your dog gets nervous for he doesn’t know what to do & he tells you “do not worry” but you can’t hear him / you can only hear’em & you can’t stop crying so you drink every night ‘till you faint & you call it “your little death of everyday”.
By Alwie Knox8 years ago in Poets
