Tristan Tzara & Hugo Ball mock

all these foolish feeble artistic

psuedo-philosophical aesthetics

become Surreal become Dada

howl moan sigh shout screech

speak words at random

at random words speak

speak letters not words

in telegraphic dots & dashes

in smoke signals

too much ink has been spilled on paper

no need no point in crying over it

misunderstood words slithering into hiding

hissing about to strike

misunderstanding hiding slithering words

leaving us dying from meaning

shapes of sounds

shapes of pictures

shaken around in the Jumble Jar

sifted from your head

love death fear

what colour what shapes are these

the picture a puzzle a muddle

dreams nightmares encryptic symbols

hieroglyphics signposts of inscapes

inner maps of the abandoned mines

objects of outscapes inverted

in the mind's eye searching deep within

where words cannot reach

where visions slumber waiting

for the call-



rambling meandering

interior monologues

dialogues of imagined self & soul

of the deluded Mental Traveller

on the experiences of the senses

forcing meaning

light strikes an eye

turns to color a world of light & shadow

color dripping on objects

a continuously moving film

twisting frames into order

sequences jumbled

in the jumble jar

behind our eyes

visions wondrous unspeakable

plunging beneath the surface

giving birth to new myths

others see in dreams

some never go there

some murder dreams on waking

playing in the fields of Archetypes

of fears & fantasies

a poet being attacked by a potbellied stove

being chased by marauding mobs of lobsters

men in bowler hats raining down

melting clocks searching for friends

proselytizing giant Leopard Slugs

on every street corner

no longer there searching for the room

house or apartment where you say you live

a thousand miles from where you are

detachable penises running wild

vaginas with double rows of teeth

all dislodged spread out shamelessly

on the dinner plates for all to see

two scorpions fighting to the death

a straight razor slices open someone's eye

quest sitting around a table

on toilet bowls politely

moving their bowels at Bunuel's request

a feast to feed our heads

at a Banquet at Café Apollinaire

inside the Jumble Jar-

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