Hands And Horses

Surrealist Poetry and Art

With every candle that arrives
a ship is obliterated by the asteroid of love.
With every sun that melts in your eye
a fishhook lands in mine.

Sharks are swimming in the underworld we share,
hunting down the fire through the grass,
quenching their thirst with nails,
capturing the rain in a little yellow flask.

The night sky forms a circle of atomic fish
and the stars are locked behind the statue’s frozen stare.
The lamp cannot move its head,
drowning in the sea,
calls out to the red door
hidden somewhere in the wind.

Let me in.
Let me in.
Every flower is a friend.

Hands and horses move through the beetle’s shadow
collecting the ink of a dying octopus.
A scar breaks open the ceiling, 
holding a lightning bolt,
pointing to the sky 
where faces never die.

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