Randomesque.

Sentimental love songs on Tuesday violins
show me where the rainbow ends, or maybe it begins
daydream conversations sleeping in my head
should I fly to Jupiter or carve my name instead.

Leaves that fall from shoe trees, pizza on the bus
universal franchise, Anchovies - Я - Us
Rambled innuendos, fountains made of glue
little furry brown things sticking to my shoe.

Where's this poem going ? Nowhere I confess
saw my crazy neighbour wearing his wife's dress
thoughts and random moments carried in a hearse
skeletons now dance on my slowly dying verse.

Author notes

My favourite type of poetry is surreal fantasy.

A contest entry

Those Trophy-Laden Poets by queenie. 5000 points, ended August 27, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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queenie
August 27

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i like this type of poetry. i call it ramblings from a sane mind. i like the way this just seem to have fell onto the paper instead of being written. it has a magical feel to it. thanks for entering.
Night Hope
August 1

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Well, some of my own favorite poetry resides upon your pages, Scribe. I like this one, too. Your phrase, "Tuesday violins" reminded me of the Moody Blues classic, "Tuesday Afternoon", done with the London Philharmonic. I saw 'em in concert after they'd been apart for 14 years. Awesomeness. I happen to like your rambled innuendoes immensely. Good luck in queenie's contest, Sweetie.
Amera
July 22

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Oh my! What a fun read! I read it twice to get it all. The first time my mind took a left turn trying to figure out how you made the "R" backwards. Love this!

Love,
Amera♥
AliceinPoetryLand
July 22

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Ahh but it didn't slowly die at all I do so love your abstract pieces. I'm glued to them like a barnacle top a boat's hull
Best wishes with this great piece!