Dadaist Poem

(words randomly chosen from the book 'manifestos of surrealism')

the finale snow illuminated

a pair of black boots willingly and

in September, in between mismatched socks

naturally

a day unfolded like a white table cloth

where storytellers dream a Max Ernst feather

that smiled like a thousand birds in a tree with submerged roots

through a window with chestnut eyes

that cares

writing a novel..

rare