Long Surrealist Poems

"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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"How Huxley Sees the World"



He composes his world -
dream extractions
simulated from 
the surreal reality of man
colour cognitive from the dead moments
we phantomise to life in sleep
electric light colour bursts forth 
from a perspective unique
a hare...

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Unquotable quotes: Poets, Poetasters and Platos – XXXVI

     For James McAuley – in remembrance of a memorable week in Cardiff 1965 

The greatest poet ever is NOT Homer, Lao Tse, Ovid,...

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"Angel Eyes" 

that dark angel
standing in the corner
observing the shadows of man 
pass him by -

he has angel eyes

that shine high beam
bright bushfires that light 
the entire transparent 
padded room parade

dance cards lit 
he’s biding...

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Unquotable quotes: Writers – XXXVIII

     for Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra and Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoieski  
     who let not even hope sustain them and who used their...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLVIII - Tongue Teasers

If the « Yellow Race » could have invented the alphabet, they wouldn’t still be seeing « Images » when they close their eyes. Picasso, Dadaism, Surrealist and Abstract painting...

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for René Passeron*

             You may not grow old too soon
          if
Things you have known...

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These are my modern English translations of sonnets by the French poet Stephane Mallarme.

The Tomb of Edgar Poe
by Stéphane Mallarmé
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Transformed into himself by Death, at last,
the Bard unsheathed his Art’s...

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Surrealist’s funeral is held in the air,
yet, his coffin is not carried by a supersonic speed plane 
flying through the open sky—altitude higher than the stratosphere,
gazing at the sun or a blimp drifting away, in...

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Paris then was a place
Where new ideas were
Brewing in the intellectual 
And art communities
And new ones were
Emerging everyday
Some brilliant some not 
Time will make it clear 
What is what
But then it was an exciting
Paris of...

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Love is betrayal
A knife in the heart.
A stone that breaks my bones
Love is betrayal,
that lies to you about dreams of care and kindness,
but stabs you in the back
with disloyality
when you are not looking.

Is it possible...

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Oh watch now, the naive girls
walking in evening dreams
and stand in dust pools, dry and rocky.
Tell me, my love, how do they stand so perfectly straight,
among the talks of good and evil, among the talks...

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*Let's Start a Noise Band with the Mailman, and We'll Call Ourselves: 
Our Noise Band with the Mailman Featuring 'Me' 
- We Can All Take Turns Being  'Me' Until Someone Gets It Right*


Here's something...

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Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.

Love...,
It is a strong word,
Close to the heart, yet
far from the woman you Love.

Butterflies flying, flapping their
orange and white wings in the summer heat.
The butterflies...

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a one against all iconoclast
eat my shorts was his hello
after being driven from the village
by the Iceberg Clan physical therapists
and their dictatorship of deduction
a mere fascination with the grotesque
boasting an indignant moral high ground
their vast...

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have you lost your mind
not that I'm aware of
just another flat penny train wreck
let's survey the blaspheming survivors
an army of gossiping lawn trolls
have been detected in your garden
do you
a. get out of bed
b. run screaming...

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dad you unrolled the hose in the late afternoon
when venus slips by the moon,
fresh water for cemetery cypress,
green monster in the middle of the yard,
then I see you smoking carelessly among the plants,
the spiraling smoke...

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My YouTube Russian car crash wreckophilia 
comes from a bad head on in the family car
near rural Shreveport Louisiana in 1947
when I was a tyke whose favorite berth
was the stowage space behind the back seat
under...

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Goodnight my Fair Maiden,
I shall see you once again.
In the year of our Lord,
At the gloomy dawn of Mankind.
As the Red Sun reaches over the treeline,
Far in the East.
I shall see you again.

Don't fear our...

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how is it we look into the future
using only what what bends our fingers
with all the assumptions that keep us
on the daily throttle but less than safe
hidden from each others' true gaze
by acts of will...

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Life is not enigmatic but eerie, life lives on 
sucking blood though it’s not Count Dracula;
after sundown you won’t see a thing 
even if you don’t cover yourself with a black cloak.

In the dark of...

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I don't know about you
but the seeming me abused and cursed
had all my birth fingers burnt off
at the first knuckle before the first lullaby
from too many here hold my beer
blithely eager watch this rolls of...

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Prithee how could i describe thee
You are the morning glory, beauty and virtue,
Mind and soul symbolically personify
Your image send relief to ease my longing soul,
I can hear your silence subdue lonely voice
Whispering, calling me to...

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The cascading stream leaps skyward in spate of swirling ebullience 
over the dancing shadows of serenading trees swaying entranced. 
The crystalline drops of dainty dew draping the glinting grass tips, 
weave splendored lattice for me...

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A children's rhyme called Little Ponzi
all our emotions are a two edged sword
they can soar or mess things to high treason
apparently playing evil A against evil B
has paid off at the ghetto bookie parlor
taking us...

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