Listening to Teardrops

Dermott Hayes
Poets Unlimited
Published in
1 min readNov 30, 2018
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Enraged, I danced upon a teapot,

kissed a shy hyena

and listened to teardrops

whisper sensational secrets

while Spiderman stole my girl.

It was the least I could do

except scream and squirm

but that would be just

surrealism.

By way of the Chalkboard prompt: Surrealism — One-Line Poetry Prompt

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