Wednesday, January 09, 2019

Part Three Point Five - Surreal Poetry

 Part Three Point Five

The diversion came and went like a drunken swine
Gallivanted on a hobby horse I recaptured a swollen feeling
Mr fancy pants sang about mumbo jumbo in his Mums spandex leggings
I ate the weeds with a dash of criminal behaviour

Nothing appeared for months
I lied
It was only 3 weeks and 9 days
You should know, I know you should, I know

As I dissolved I opened up and and began to laugh with a mountaineer from another time
1927 to be exact

Forced positions brought wilted sunflowers and rain in a rubber dinghy that had seen better days
I coughed up my liver which was pink and sparkly from the Christmas merry go round

Never mind, wave quickly but never reach out into the void shouted the toad from afar
The tormented nosey parker made a random quick exit
Along came the flake which lead us all astray as did my Uncle Alfie
Yes I can hear you I said to the man from Liverpool, go home and present yourself to the dirty washing
Joy powder revealed your nimble beginnings with a loud bang

Spoken words arrived in fallen timbers but you miss the gist by miles
Fourteen women and two men run to the edge, the edge of what I do not know as it was a cloudy day
I'm calling this an emergency said the nodding donkey who was missing its left ear
Moving on


Author: Sam Freek

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The Inflatable Purple Shroud Of Secrecy - Surreal Poetry

The Inflatable Purple Shroud Of Secrecy

Opened the top and out came your thoughts like a sparkly hurricane
The shrill of a guitar pierced the soul of marshmallow mountain
I lay still for 187 years only to realise my lips had taken a sharp left turn
The bad habit dressed in a leather headdress ate blended monkfish through a straw
Can I take a rain check please?

Moral dancing gave rise to the bewildered man boobs that shook along to the rumblings of the road works
Nip and tuck was the main ingredients
Harr harr harr you became the seal with a top hat and monocle
Red stripes appeared along my back
With astounded facial features highlighted in pink marker pen I grew taller in an empty corner

What order do they come in?

Snatching at the crows in my mind I then stop but change direction, fast forward to the beginning of the loop
My attentions squeezed through partially broken portholes of an independent mishap
I ate the fat from the land
Who's slipping down the stairs now slopey Joe?
You are now known as Sugar Thumb Bum

You may have the inflatable purple shroud of secrecy
But nothing is spoken without the clatter chatter of the one eyed seahorse

by Sam Freek

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Author: Sam Freek

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