i could see the chalk whites of his teeth trying to bite down on his words
but before they could be derailed his tongue caught wind and his words assailed
as he said, "i hate surrealism"
as if his words would never be caught dead in an urn,
sometimes his mouth looked more like a jail in an old western,
and his thoughts fought like criminals desperate to break out
until they found a way to use his tongue as an escape route,

"no, i don't hate surrealism," he says
"i just hate surrealism as a movement"

upon hearing this my spine coils like a wine-corker-spiral-staircase
upward; where my brain plugs my cranium like a cork
and my eyes drip like blank canvas,
i am one hollow statue decaying in a melting structure
with wax in my ears i feed landscapes to winged insects
as i drown in pools of water/color,

behind me is a sky so picturesque it looks like the clouds are crying.
under me is a ground so vast it has nine horizons wrapped in a double helix.
reconstructed beside me is a tree so old it could be the same wood as the crucifix.
nested inside me where my spine should be is a coat rack made crooked by the weight of all-nighters.
the texture of my skin makes it look like god paints with typewriters.

"no, no," he says, "i don't hate surrealism as a movement,
because hate's such a strong word, i guess i just don't get it,"

now i'm overcome with a sincere desire to light an entire herd of giraffes on fire
and sip wine beneath the light as if it were dinner by candlelight,

seriously.

if hate is such a strong word perhaps we should revoke it's gym membership
and since love is such a bloated term of endearment perhaps we should allow it to jump ship,
because we all know that actions are visual verbs,
and we all know that visuals are worth thousands of words,
because we all know the film version made it easier to write the book report,
now if we are all on the same page then can you please tell me where we derive our visions of god from
because salvador dali never painted a god,
he never saw the significance of painting an all-seer,
because if your demons are ants then your god is an ant-eater.

01/19/2008

Author's Note: god hates surrealism because it's the only ism in which s/he makes complete sense. [ http://www.myspace.com/phrankiesays ]

Posted on 01/19/2008
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