Two Poems About Surrealism

I: A Short History

Notice of the Syria lists:
The songs of Meld-a-Row.
The young German MacSearched,
The Elephant Celebrations,
The poet Paul Anyone
And to hear on was Bosh himself.
Cow D’s best work was only just begun;
To the classical I, this is madness.
In Delhi, there is no such thing as
The comfort and body of Classicism.
Forty years, Dolly: keto pumpkin soup.
Daily use this trick again and again.
W-Zone, considerable narcissism.
Daly’s profile: provoker.
Solemn argument, two monkeys.
Pair of pants spattered with PCs,
Six-blood diamond,
Putrefaction, love,
Anything that spoke of flax,
Nudity-runny, cheese-fresh,
Waxwork salida art nor life-to-hybrid review.
The Crew: They are the more potent.
None of the constellations of realism
And who’s central city was Parrots.
In fact, a whole progeny, a new up
For the Cherie-list object.
Call this Activated Cloud:
The Source Of Rain And The Protection Against It.
To realist object Man Ray,
A veteran of dodos, is resolved.
The she-realised imagination:
Magritte was Michelle, goes well to the letter.
Margaret best images don’t look like fantasy.
Stories of Modern Art doesn’t tell many,
And Marguerite did.
Five years later and Marguerite

Contradicted him, the silent movies
That Marguerite used to watch.
Margaritas! Give us some of the most vivid images
Of alienation! Do usual turn of migrants’ work
Because of the world! Both matter of fact
And slightly out of control!
My great love, Paradox, and he was
It’s absolute master.
The Shirelles’ tributes to Saab,
Like this Propose Monument –
But they did have a gallery of sex.
Castle Head of Low-Cost-in-Prevails
Was considered one of the sacred sites:
Eighteenth-century real estate, respect it.
Samples
Of blasphemer
And atheist,
And potato to his class:
This you, Realist?
But the realest almost all baptised,
Living in France when the Church
Still had a great deal of the best crack.
When the rain did in fact Carmen,
And the German army role, in the France,
The serialist prudently ram –
Meaning of the word for them.
The remains of she-realism,
Coorparoo to mutate it.
The side of American cereal
Is in the forties. The greatest, You
Were among the New York painters,
Was Smith, like the shoe-realists.
The fact that so many of the serial
Is two-guns were America guarantee.
By the same token, Brett I wrote
The simplest serialist
Asked the most gratuitous one,
Would be, to walk into the street
Shooting a revolver at random.

It…
All the crap again!
But she will it a lot of the time.
Chris Burden, father:
Revolver is an airliner
Taking off over Los Angeles.
That would be a dentist.
You in France, after the war,
Was well after all.
Day to run away
And they can no longer.
Come on, the respect.
And so, as a movements,
Realism faded.
Hope to reshape the strongman hindered,
By advertising booths, on cigarettes.
It’s too positive ideas were strip-my-mind:
The Romanian artist, Christo Raptor,
Whole section of the Australian coastline.
Which luxury realism was romantic?
Provide again, who plays?
Srila, strap no heroes among politicians dead or alive.
Sorry for all this: the living theatre
To the cattle warnings of stone poets.
Fabric of emerging, came apart in the seventies.
A form of innocence, a declaration of hope
(I know) promise liberation of the Mind.

II: The Death

what began in evening – long shadows on the square –

a little girl rolling to the statue, glowering, 

her hoop, giggling, cannot sustain.

pack up then the sewing machine and umbrella. 

dismantle the operating table. 

nudes, as you were! and seas unroil.

so commuting from the piebald skies

to the drumming roofs, to the next century

we doff our bowlers, pipes by our thighs

as you are sanded down to chic.