" Dedication....... to all we see and see..... is but a dream "

Dedicated to the many poets and audacious rambling Surrealist Artists......................... past and present.

I see the sea.

I look at books.

I observe the absurd.

I walk the stork.

I trust in must.

I chase the waste.

I tremble to assemble.

I search and lurch.

I applaud such reward.

I smell the hell.

I wander the yonder.

I skate my fate.

I worship Bip.

I create the ornate.

I clench to French.

I touch my crutch.

I smother my other.

I dance the trance.

I shelter and swelter.

I fall in awe.

I operate to moderate.

I cry to die.

I crumple the disgruntled.

I huddle and cuddle.

I flick the switch.

I object to abject.

I shiver my timbers.

I shy away why.

I fear the fear.

I resurrect the dissected.

I agree with algae.

I devote the bespoke.

I sample the ample.

I treasure the pleasure.

I speak the bleak.

I frequent the elegante.

I hand the man.

I forget my regret.

I flower the sour.

I follow the swallow.

I varnish and tarnish.

I return to sender.

I shudder in the larder.

I remember to surrender.

I ride the tide.

I toss my loss.

I felt the pelt.

I stare that bear.

I kiss and miss.

DaDA at La bOUdOIR DAdA.

avec Madam Dada.