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