This is my assignment for poetry class:
Write a poem in the
surrealist mode. Your poem should include genuinely strange, startling,
vivid and specific language, images, details, and insights. Don't
confuse surrealism with formula fantasy or sci fi; you want to draw on
archetypal and unconscious (not conventional or cliche)
associations as bizarre as anything you've dreamed. Be weird. Be
unpredictable. Allow genuine randomness into your work
So here goes
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So here goes
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Chivalry
and kitchen appliances
She
is a brown recluse spider
with
a lidless blender
a
very large blender
ominous
in a vague
I'm-not-quite-sure-but-this-
crab-salad-might-have-fangs
way
she
resides in a yellow house
in
the middle of a maze
a
very large maze
laced
with auditory hallucinations and
fun-house
mirrors
an
enormous crowd of people mill about
clutching hedge clippers and
poorly crafted love potions
they
are all searching for the correct path
they
are all trying to be the first
through
her labyrinth,
past
the flytrap garden she's cultivated,
to
open the padlocked door
this
latest is
traipsing
along daintily
fancying
himself a knight
though
his armor is unmistakably cardboard,
glue
dripping out from the
hasty
assemblage
he's
picked her flowers (daisies)
he's
written her sonnets (cliche ones)
he's
doused in Armani cologne (Devoted Infatuation No. Five)
the
door swings open
our
hero enters, offering his gifts up,
a
blood sacrifice to Parvati
Into The
Blender!
His
carefully chosen words mangled up
and
hurled back in a puppy-love stenched tornado of
floral
sentence fragments
he
stands bemused, awestruck,
covered
in aftermath
an
insect enamored by bright lights
he
will stay
and
she will weave her web,
she
can't help it.
(she
never can)
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