My English teacher made my class write an exquisite corpse which is a poem written by people who have really bad body odor or missing body parts or parts of missing bodies mixed with other bodies torn apart. I have no idea what an exquisite corpse is but there’s one below and above and don’t mean in heaven or hell.
The sky is a fig of ghouls.
Join me in Mexico.
I was dreaming of a bunny.
He hopped hopped hopped and broke a leg.
I didn’t know what to write so made some shit up but by the time I passed it we were all ready fucked up–
So we went to the strip club.
We were like animals.
You are sexy as a red jean panties and you know it papichulo.
Don’t let your pride get in the way of your dreams.
Always be the best person you can be.
Love is all.
I want to cuddle until tomorrow.
Me and you sound perfect
until you lie.
Maybe you can be won over
until proven not.
And if that’s the case, alone I’ll walk
Like Johnny Cash. I walk the line.
And like Tony Montana lets share one.
Tags: André Breton, exquisite corpse, Johnny Cash, surrealism, Tony Montana
