Surrealmuse Studios

Dancing in the silver of the moon tonight,
The tango conjures savage passions.
A longing for the mystic and hedonist delight,
The sweetest beauty and the beast do ride.
They ride upon a mystic fire
With the spirits, like the northern lights.
My primal heart burns desire
The scarlet lady and her consort love the ride.
A perfect night, dancing under shining stars,
Out [...]

As the sweet dream of absinthe, so bitter to taste.
The artist, the poet and magi sit
inspired by the surrealist’s sun.
The artist with canvas, the poet with his wit.
Shimmering colors glide and dance and mystify,
this hour between day and night.
A wave and a feeling one cannot describe.
The secrets of the deep orange, red and purple light.
Soothed [...]

A greasy gray-green
sort of gangrene
mist
is now lying dead –
passed all over his old home.
and all the little black birds
sit
p r e c a r i o u s l y,
almost made falling of
sallow salty tasting winds
that want to remove them
from their
telephone-wire cathedrals,
where there is nothing to do –
but wear black feathers and huddle
like monks,
slumped shoulders
necks [...]