Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Surrealist Sonnet Comments

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The lyrebird giblets in the frying-pan
cheep crisply to the sibilant blue gas.
A Congo mouth gulps a blonde demitasse,
then spews on the flowered rug from Ispahan.
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Clark Ashton Smith
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