SURREALISM: Pure psychic automatism by which it is intended to express, either verbally or in writing, the true function of thought. Thought dictated in the absence of all control exerted by reason…
but pieces of me
stick to whomever
I deep delve
you may have seen me
silhouetted against your sky
in coldest January
howling
with the frozen moon
a duet
to make coyotes
cower in their dens
then moon and I run
from room to imaginary room
your whole world
close enough to touch
we eat a midnight lunch
perfumed with foreign lands
and your thoughts
onion layered
your thoughts
are too heavy to hold
show mercy
peel back the layers
peel me away
thin by thin
skin by skin
to my quivering soul
my thoughts
bonewhite lies
of morality plays
open for you to see
hope they’re not hideous
in your sight
hope they do not
make you cry
as you peel back
all the layers
onioned thought layers
held firm
like a carapace
to which
I’m stitched
and welded
and can no more leave
than you can enter
they tie me down
sometimes
but sometimes
barely so
survivor that I am
the inescapable optimism
in my barebones grin
flashes
in the brittle moonlight
exposing forgotten creases
and clandestine gateways
to your mind
someone can learn
a thing or two tonight
if someone
will ignite the light
rob kistner © 2019