Necessity/urgency

I love looking at these old ripped up strips of paper.  Each pair or trio arose from some quiet or very loud moment when there was clearly no other choice but to collaborate with each other in written commentary of the strangeness of the times.  Surrealist poetry is so much of what I cherish about my close friendships.

Not the least significant to me of these poems is seeing the imprint of spur-of-the-moment writing, how people's hands move steadily when they don't stop to think too hard.  And how sometimes we get on the same page.

Surreal Geography

Wa, D & E strike again:

right now
Chile
patiently awaits unexpectedly
bronze
stop
Meryl Streep
or
home
---

right now
Egypt
is quaintly
helium
epoch
Liza Minnelli
and
home
---

sparkling
precious thing
smoking
slowly
before
your father's
hope chest
---

melting
blue-green twig
sticking
blindly, coarsely
around
your own
derivative history

Poorly Torn

We must have been in a hurry this time.  The papers are ripped up at odd angles and folded haphazardly for this batch:

always
giant
ferociously
dies
orange
whispers

---
calm
growth
strangely
steal
benign
crates

---
Deeply
quaking
inward
womb-like
line

---
cowardly
crossing
into
ripped
fervor

Spainglish

Claro, more from D & E's surrealist poetry factory.

Hazlo
her
electric blue
pearl
toward
never
---
(reverse side)

and
his
smoking
legs
explode


//

Calmate
I
burgundy
golden
understand
June
---

(reverse side)

and
they
marrying
life
walk

All I can tell is

based on similar strips of paper I just found in an old Xerox paper box in my new apartment, I believe these were from the same night (D & E):

An
extremely
smokey
water bug
underneath
moons
started
snarkily
skyward.



A
outrageously
fast
bar
under
epoch
yelled
snowy
Bigfoot.