Surrealism And The Race To 'Ism'
Poem by Russell Keenan
Chops on blocks
Moving the stars to a vaster, makeshift
the sunlight was paving the plasticity
douvey, ottoman, attache
the red sea is waving the masectomy around
epi-center prevalence bounces underneath
bleeting, snap my weight with BIG words
diptheria, urinal, socks for the hands
unkempt, dill pickle, trouble with my glands
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