Surrealist Poem: Chickens
Rub your eyes Rub them hard enough That you see purple and yellow speckles form Like stars in the sky Contained within your skull Then lean your body Crane your neck till it's lined with your knees Then rip your arms away As chickens fall from your eyeballs Like hectic tears Bocking and bawking Hopping off of your thighs And plopping onto the ground Chest first, then jumping up with a start And walking along the floor Hopping around one who broke her foot on the fall To lay an egg The tiny birds Peck at your sneaker Like being poked at with the end of a pencil You stand up and hear a peep Look at the bottom of your shoe To see a chicken smeared As its comrades hustle and bustle And peck crumbs out of the carpeted floor