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dragged from grey waters
dragged from war's hungry mouth
there's a door on top of a birch tree
point me to the chequered carpets
on the roof of the albino hearse
point me to the playhouse building
where we can watch
noir movies on a saxophone
point me to the fireworks in the mist
and bury me up in the cellar
under the highway or the ocean floor
where fly riders turn
into floodraisers
About the Creator
Filip Čaja
Pen name: William Greco - writes surreal poetry and short stories that explore the uncanny and hidden sides of life. Mainly inspired by the great surrealists or weird fiction and magical realism authors.
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