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cut up poem
eclipse
in the morning
fills the sky
my chin rests
ready to fall
there are shadows
dreams
maximal
moon
a golden coconut
I won’t look back
the tie snatches
waxing and waning
crammed with beaks
clouds
on the silver blade
sunwinds explosions
on the other half
of my bed
a slice
of rustling feathers
moon muck
celestial activity
like a rain-soaked
piece of me
heavy ripe
ocean memories
I quit
the globe
down here
The pieces are put together by coincidence only
using the cut up technique of Dadaists and surrealists.
the poem:
eclipse
my chin rests
on the silver blade of moon
on the other half of the globe
a golden coconut fills the sky
ripe and ready to fall
sunwinds explosions
maximal celestial activity
waxing and waning of
dreams oceans memories clouds
down here in my bed there are shadows
crammed with rubbing beaks rustling feathers
in the morning I quit
the tie snatches
I let go
a piece of me
a slice of moon
heavy like rain-soaked muck
I won’t look back.
