Dadaist Tornado Explosion

The power of words

tricks the eye

into dispensation from the protocol.

The velvet steamroller

caught in a chaotic dance

caused a crack

in the mirrored portrait.

Build a layer of scar tissue

over the wound

and keep going.

The blood of a bird

flows over images

so lovely

as sparkling diamond clouds

cover my lord's

black [B]LACK

and

white

glass [G]LASS

Finding a duck's neck

securely tied

into the midnight

ONLY THE MOMENT

of apparent

complete

exterior

patrilocals

define

round objects hidden.

Ha!  

There.  

Take that.

I am not afraid.

Vibrant.

Childlike.

Unbroken.

...leaving the cans where they fell,

I gathered cleaning cloths soaked

with linseed oil, wadded-up paper

towels smeared with paint, and the

spent capless tubes of manganese

blue and cinnabar green on my way

to the garbage.

Stepping out

the door

that I accidentally left open

during the rain

while I was searching

for the last

piece of the puzzle..

I lick your tears for strength.

I breathe your sorrow for hope.

I touch your perfect mind for practice.

a bit of the entire structure.

crashes to the sky.

grounding electric thought.

with the smoke of a thousand primitive murders

cords of seaweed wind around my legs and torso

strapping me to this delicious fountain of wine

I breathe in.

I breathe out.

swallowing sweet triumphant excesses

screaming scandals drowning+squeezing

sucking+reciting tales of magic+mystery

my next silent scream comes from the place

where you lived a bazillion years ago

when the ships carried wool for the pirates wives

i couldn't have said.painted.sung.whispered.hidden.boasted.shouted.believed.cried.promised or dreamt it better than this.

this is

~better than anything~

we won.


©Donna M. Surles  08.15.11