Surrealist lecture

A surrealist lecture,
on how to be unexpected
and thoughtful,
mutters in my head
like a faceless ladybug
angry for her lack of tea.

There are airless balloons
leading my heart
into places where helium lives
and squeaks
like flatulent house-guests.

My thoughts bob
and follow patterns
that flicker in then out
like a belly button peek
or a smile gone shaky.

Oh! for another moment in your head.
Walking like a top hat
into the cardboard level
where tan-gram pieces
make wooden thumps.

Turn that pillow over
and seek a softer question.
Eyelids pinned in place
trying to hold your hand
closer to the light
of my every morning.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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