SURREALISTIC  SCENE

Copyright 2011 by Sam Yulish

Love started flowing through my system, flowing through my organs with its flowers and prickers, and teaching me of my misunderstanding of my life, my mind.

Dragging my brain past corpses and flower beds, searching for answers in record jackets and poems and antiques. Finding a note on the mantel giving directions for losing myself completely.

Riding a motorcycle on the overpass of my conformity, losing the handlebars in the river, my mirror. Crashing and rushing and tumbling over ego obstacles.

Words in ink, melting, overflowing the paper through my clothes, absorbed by the skin, repelled by the soul.

Driving on Madness Street- the turning wheels,, turning my heart and my mind through the grass and the gravel. Sitting on the overturned park bench, looking at myself upside down where pigeons were feeding me the wine of their flight. Drunk with the sanity of freedom, I chased a cat into its litter beneath the nausea of my existence.

I saw a thousand girls escorting a thousand images of myself around a pond. I was holding their hands and touching their breasts and stroking their hair. They suddenly dove into the center of the pond, splashing one black drop next to each image of myself. I slowly disappeared a thousand times, like I had done a thousand times in the past, or maybe the future. Behind a gray bush I found myself dying as I was delivered from my mother’s womb, my daughter’s womb, my sister’s womb, Zeus’s forehead like Athena.

I traveled backwards on each wave of light through the prism of my lover’s eyes, to the place where I transcended understanding, accepted existence.