Under rapturous gaze
lost in a lyrical haze
captured in clearest cadence,
he wandered, wondered…
with scrawling quill
words leapt over landscape
and soon began to soar…
Branches arc hungrily
into electric blue sky
no longer static
Through childish eyes come sirrus skies,
Mere projections which jeopardise,
To break the ties, anaesthetise,
The world from its beholder.
Where day and night capsize forever,
And looming shadows so endeavour,
To blot all pigment, pluck hue from feather,
Under the uniform gaslight haze.
And breaths collide beneath coarse fabric,
Caressing, guessing; motions tantric.
The need for flesh becoming frantic,
For love to be unmasked.
And in the footsteps of Socrates,
Forestall cave wall hypocrises,
Gaze upon these alpine mockeries,
The truth is on the canvas.
Through tempest glides the gentle dove,
As all who waver watch above,
Its azure plumage doused with love,
For a moment free again.
Curator of cascading cavalcades, causeways of carnality,
Virtuoso of vivisection, mosaics of calamity,
in whose worlds a prosaic insanity festers midst cortex;
Synergies of synapse and syntax, a surrealist vortex.
Through geometric rhetoric of plaza and high rise,
Come parables comparable to Freudian mythologies.
Where avian conclaves of Loplopian apostles soar,
As the corpses of collossi are washed numbly ashore.
and marooned tycoons wander in some highway purgatory,
Metro meets Mecca: all hail the gods of multi-storey.
A Triassic redux as concrete jungles plunge neath tide,
From Shanghai to Shepperton he pedalled, forever wide-eyed…
Campus skies ablaze,
Neon plumes draw bookworm gaze,
Work turns to wonder…
Latent gospel plucked from slumber
Writhing as seething logic tears asunder
These retinal confessionals which drawn
From the tattered slacks of droning hacks whose dawn
Is borne from fleeting mania amongst ceaseless cognitive curfews
Where spontaneous poetic passions percolate like zeppelins doing corkscrews
Where cubist contortions reign and the blighted blatherings of historians
Wither into stony columns of drivel and whitespace – trivial emporiums
Which shy away from the kaleidoscopic sensorium of surreality
An exclusive realm of poets and purveyors of psyche, far beyond mere animality
NB: featured image is Max Ernst’s ‘triumph of surrealism’ (1937)