Surrelism

Surrealist Poem

The flower falls through an ocean of feathers,

Darkness rises within the hills of a fever,

my ear drops to the ground,

my neck lights aflame on a bed of agony.

A butterfly floats into a wall,

East becomes a rabbit,

a loom walks across a bridge,

the electricity between a pen and a heart.

Thou rib is an ant,

a possum shatters,

the wall of a man,

tie the restraints into a bow.

the teeth of a comb tangle,

be as free as an ice cream cone.

Author's Note

ignore grammer problems