an unfortunate incident involving two unacquainted surrealists

 

two men, white-suited, newly pulped and agog,

whisper black-tongued words to themselves, 

holding firm to lost fortune’s graying bones.

intent on securing the awry train

of wet conception inside

their pointy heads, they

move their feelers forward 

into each other's mouths.

drowning in spit and doubt,

their secret wires twitch and sizzle.

netrabile 2016