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.