A Coherency is a Sextet
A coherency is a sextet: slithy, societywide,
full of anonymous horoscopes and nefarious promenades.
We pack our bags and drive to the tournament
of polite marshmallows. In grungy latex pajamas,
we act out our fantasies under creepy cabinets.
And then there’s a swelling of the whole poem
and the sari comes alive with creases, creating a realm
of sweaty sadness.
In case of fire go to the nearest hippopotamus.
Go to the skull that keeps barking orders, taste
the water in your mouth that contracts in blond
viscosity. Nerve-endings depreciate in the flatland
of your cigarette smoke. The eternity of knowing
subsists on a cauliflower of Magritte’s dying wish.
seed text: Ce Qui Cera: Almanac of the International Surrealist Movement
art by owlwise12