Valery Oisteanu
Andrew Mendez
Scorched landscapes of my mind
My head echoes the sound of vertical ice
Falling through the cracks in my windows
What you are about to hear, to endure is
Ice crashing ice hallucinatory avalanche
Nadja killed by Andre Breton, amour fou
A captive whale silently chanting poems
Duchamp’s fetishistic mistakes lay bare
A lunatic messenger from a mutant void
Ichtio-harpsichordis in need of a tune up
Zebra-ostrich hunted by four claws birds,
Horizontal vaginas seeking square pricks
An upright piano housing giant locust-bees
The purity of intention pushing dark abyss
A Zeppelin flying against the solid darkness
Rhythmic waterfalls, streaming blue jellyfish
Chess horses chasing chestnut transparency
Captive of my scorched undiscovered landscapes
White fire escapes rising toward invisibility
Turning point encircled by magic lamps
Smoke blackened tunnels surround shrunken head
A convenient darkness pointing in all directions
As the knifes pierce immeasurable fear-laughter
Inconsequential, exhausted immortal unreality
Threatened by my apocalyptic visionary lethargy
Andre Breton in Babylon
(50th anniversary of eternity)
From Amazon to Oregon,
Ceylon to Saskatchewan
The ghosts of surrealism die none
Abandoned beyond abandon
By Crevel, Dali and Aragon
Nadja clone hides withdrawn
Run left or the other left on
Lost forever in stereopticon
Andre Breton-sine qua non
Iguanodon long field on
Dada-Surrealism marathon
Sade, Freud, Jung all with a hard on
Looking through a key hole, put upon
Crippled metronome hangs on
Assisted by trombone and saxophone
Breton’s shadow on the throne
Imposing alchemical lexicon
Crocked yawn, spirit gone, outshone
Surreal experiments outgrown
Consensus has to be postpone.
