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Beyond Real

when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight Dali’s time piece warps under face value and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest beneath the cover of cotton candy clouds she relieves herself into Magritte’s urinal fills pipes that are not for smoking dreams goes underground with Alice and Dumas Picasso declares that Guernica is not surreal and the abattoirs of humankind ooze denial Miro’s harlequin swallows truth at the carnival Breton comments that beauty must be convulsive when he meets Kerouac on the road he refuses to believe that a magical mystery tour offers Lucy her diamonds and Cinderella stilettos Barbie becomes Mary Antoinette in disguise 1984 Arabian nights glow in mushroom colours which support and expose Kahlo’s internal corset Icarus’s wings resemble hands of innocent clocks as Oppenheimer constructs Sodom at Alamogordo the time bomb ticks way past lost expectations while a poor poet collects broken mosaic shards reflects condensation beneath the fall out of fear beneath subconsciousness resides salt of the earth decompression chambers unburden vacant echoes cataracts cast a patched blind eye at Pyrrhic battles pitch cacophony while the orchestra of Auschwitz plays with pure ashes to an outpour of acidic disbelief skulls made from egg shells shelter gyrating worms have another shot of Tequila if it helps with the pain depression climbs upwards into deep hollows of mind while Kafka’s cockroaches feast on callous voracity buried in the pits of conscience and flying pig’s snouts Jesus collects arrows at a bull’s eye of crossed swords speeds at crusades on cruise control triggers and fails where weird bizarre artworkers master sincere candour an omnivorous soul chokes on what appears to portray butterfly dolphins and sore eyed camels squeezed into topsy turvy patterns of wise rats levitating a U Boot belching farting fumes injecting a winding oracle’s end the kind witch devours a broomstick up in her behind speed dials a blind date with a lynch pin of hazel turns the shafted stake and pierces diverticular spikes picks a cricket from her nose and reprimands doubters from Pinocchio’s nose swings an ephemeral pendulum like an hourglass arrested in purulent slime in condolence to pricked condoms slipping from a mast of conception but conceiving the impossible trickles a seed of salvation 11th hour on 11th December 2020

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Date: 12/11/2020 7:15:00 AM
Kai, I have read a fantasy scary fairy tale.... How superb your journeys you bring us readers on... Will have to read again tomorrow to take in more meaning (it's one am now). I love your work, it's bouncing with life, suggestion, provocation.
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