etc.

surrealism started here
this empty room
a pair of scissors
drops
and wakes me from
the dreamy dozing
such as opium would induce

just as she once
was opium to me
the fragrance
forces wishing for
just one more
taste
be it live
or in a dream
or as my preference
dictates
in a place
like this
between

imaginary
shadow
black and sultry hair
itching my nostrils
shoulders popping
in and out
tomorrow someone
save me from
the fate
of having to watch
the oscars

i'm in moods
of layers
hardening
i'm more awake
than ever
as these words
cover the paper

pardoning
the listlessness
for which
i'm as subservient
as ever

the light chains
and spikes
from hell
imaginary
eyelid piercings
now i'm not so sure
how strange
to doubt
the nature of these
careless verses
by the time i'm nodding
then again i think
she'll call
to tell me
all about
her life
her love
and all
if i'd just
lay my head down
but then this song
meant to entice her
will forever and again
remain unsung
like rumors
back in days
of nursery rhymes
about blue-blood

the early signs
of monomania
insomnia
but that's assuming
that i want to sleep
or keep my
imagination
contained

in my delirium
i vaguely seem
to follow
basic guidelines
about writing poetry
which i've come to know:
don't be too vague
but don't be obvious
don't rhyme
deliberately
like this
and share
the feelings
which
will never change
from monkey-cage
to human race
a monkey's
monomania
insomnia
might take
another page

teach one
of exceptional
intelligence
how to type
a single name

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