The Surrealist

Silent gopher modules grind a bearable decision,
tornado grumbling affidavits bristling on a desk.

Forever where the wit of windows concentrates adroitly,
a cavern stumbles through a platform’s pumpernickel chest.

Similar to a plate of corn-fed double bacon burgers
thrown against the wall to land upon a bed of watercress.

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Originally posted to Wharved: 11/3/12

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger