Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Harold and His One Eye - Surreal Poetry

 Harold and His One Eye

This is not a hideaway
Flattering murmurs hound me
Slip, slipping away from the lucky one
A superb salary raise brings fruitful samples

Flicking from one to the other brings joy
I was seen in the sunshine gathering logical whimsical memories
Last inspiration of the day dances
You win some, you lose some

Remedy channel on the window hidden from view
Admiring the shrieks from Harold and his one eye
No more additions to the recipe from now on
Identify yourself before you stand back in place

I can only count to 10 before its all yours again
Everybody
Nobody
Body, body
Flip, flop


Author: Sam Freek