Melting In Surrealism
Addicted to trances, do you
ever feel like a transient ghost
passing through a misty
dimension?
Look behind yourself,
I walk into your dream and see you there,
pacing the streets −
Your life is just so much better
in altered states, you know this −
The 7-11 sign spreads out its neon peacock
feathers, drawing you deeper into
dark lucidity,
throwing rainbow light on night’s thick oil −
It feels like you keep walking here over and over
again, through endless years,
hooked on pressed and packed
little candies −
The fumes drift from your basement apartment
as you melt into surrealism,
and the world begins to shimmer
splendorously…
Jack Dempster - Toronto
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