Surrealist Poem

The Cup

Zoo animals

Passing by

tables stacked

With what doesn’t matter

and there is still

the cup

I drank this before

What doesn’t exist

It’s not tangible

But it’s sitting there

Moldy pasta

Juicy French fries

A dollop of sour steam

Could all be in a-

Where’d it go?

Run away steps bounce

Sour expression

Another Cup

Another Dream

There lies a cup filled

Then Something