The Sublime Poem by Justin Reamer

The Sublime



A saucepan fizzling on a grill,
An iris contracting in front of light,
A predator lurking, preparing to kill,
A little boy flying his giant kite.
A man suffering from his own desire,
A name, Schlutt, inscribed on a cup,
A boy getting too close to a live wire,
A coyote flattened on the road.

Dry ice sublimating into thick gas,
An inferno incinerating the remains of a dead man,
A drunk girl forgetting the night before last,
A banshee shrieking at the body in sand.
An affair in a bedroom with sexual groans,
D.H. Lawrence smiling at his new masterpiece;
A dog with a wounded paw noisily moans,
A supermodel stripping naked to underwear fleece.

The Jabberwocky feasts on its victims with a great loud roar,
Rocking-horse people dance together with infinite time,
While large mobs of goblins ransack department stores,
Everything and anything exists in the great, vast sublime.

Monday, June 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: surrealism
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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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