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
