andrew lundwall surrealist poet andrew lundwall currently lives in the Nation's Capital with his fiance, Star Jewel. His work has been featured with (or shall be forthcoming with) numerous literary journals, including: american motor thought, eratio, shoestring, 3am magazine, The Muse Apprentice Guild, Shampoo, Moria, Deep Cleveland, Sidereality, Retort Magazine, Space Breather, Aught, xPressed, Ink Magazine, Dream People and others. Andrew is the former poetry editor for Get Underground. Along with Star, Andrew co-edits the literary journal: Tin Lustre Mobile. andrew@poeticinhalation.com Dream Sequence Antagonized by Fear a panic of disgust wild pains evaporate under the illusion of pleasure. blue orchards i dream of you your sagging belly caught somewhere in the mechanisms of an erotic act (its a film). to believe the press is as firm or just as decorous is another story more towards next week i mutter smoke between each breath. it's a rollercoaster act a tilt-a-whirl perversion as our eyes lock and the lever is pulled unwinds rewinds and explodes definitely a higher level.   Ecstatic Newspaper on an Offended Holiday heart breaks on the corner of the street oscillating of birds stretch of twisted sidewalk an eruption of scurrying signals the parachute brain pastiched sewn into the fabric of an elusive sunset. fans of tourists whip away bicycles of oblivion yawns in a choir of gurgling throats. & roadside evangelists turn the color of the chrome wheels dashing "bye" like ecstatic newspaper on an offended holiday.   A Something Spilled something spills still here the same other way day bright with unique automatons skipping through autumnal leaves on the page. thought that brave day dream is a mental process another scalpel through a medallion worn twice and saved gathered in slick silk. believe bewildered the eye on the pavement is as the floating of the apocalyptic bird of prey doze off under the tenements shade. tall buildings massive crunch between meteor teeth chomping on the next bit of information.   Eye On eye on amorous details the ghost whiles away in a cave of auditory hallucinations beggers hands appear from each stiffened painting erosion years like plastic bats in cozy corners the front is bursting with miscellaneous creation a build-up a massive body thrust and turns sexing away whilst dreaming the night so near dawn that you cannot call home between each option   The Desert Tremor Primordial Dawn the brave curve: she sped to it: tossing whirl-about: strings to taste the light of the desert following each metallic movement: her arched spine. * supple fingers as sails on a kite: what moves her?: the desert red and yellow as a bouquet: sincere: her fading lips ((the mirage)): curtains of sand blow in crimson blurs: an aborigine ballerina: twist spin curve faster: scents reeling scents. * her mind lightning from the sphinxes eye: the scarab pillow drifts in and out: whirling swirling caressing diving: strokes across saharan wilderness: apparent to transparent: she swings in and out: how she thought: wild strange startling: as paths onward to the upward ascension to descension: addition and subtraction. * cobras in the bottles neck: still progressing as on film: steps upon the pyramid: de-organized each spatter of paint: tatter of the venetian blinds: the cave of choice: she digs roads whilst salivating of ecstatic vibration: liberation: deliberation: delusional: sexy mythic wild wild. * the sky plunges in and out of focus: this plane never clear. dive to this: her lips hieroglyphic: well pronounced: licked bottom to top: a beetle scurries across the protruding clouds blackening as she lifts her tender hand to peruse: something becomes clear: inevitable.

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