Surrealism

She lay surreal in blank verse time, sweet voice subdued
accused, coerced by rebel words of lovers crime,
no form nor metre.


Bemused, betrayed or cursed
by love divine and nonsense
free speech
free verse
rap and repetition
rhythm and breath
death and nemesis
all about
        without any punctuation


Oh miss mu n  d    a      n        e
do not be

For all the tea in China,
plains in Spain,
then came cliché, swine

           and twitter!

Sweet voice
do not be quiet

Oh lovely voice!
Oh voice my love,
sweet love, do not be

    do not be cross nor bitter!


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