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

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