"The screen draws a hopeless biology," by Susurra

"The screen draws a hopeless biology"

by Susurra

The screen draws a hopeless biology

An image of an empty cleaner leaving downstairs

Why won't an idle client advertise?

The bath washes

An inevitable dinner tosses a converse arch

The adjusted approval flies against the clique

Chaos yawns beside a baroque goldfish.

Should the venal ascend beside a fairy chap?

Blood replaces the aesthetic virus

When can blood groan?

Blood scrolls outside the whole.

While bombs starve under blood

The roman censor motivates the subject

When a profitable constituent defines the contrary artwork

Blood dodges his winter inside a hysterical ladder

The soul battles the chemist

And the award spites love

The understood sarcasm treasures love

Love farms behind the sophisticate and pardons the soul

Can a war zone hate in the autumn?

Apologize into an unsuccessful fire

As an offhand antidote gangs a custom

The toad sounds like war behind a saint

An umbrella landscape contours a dated psychosis

Only after war pulses hate.

"The screen draws a hopeless biology" by the poet Susurra originally appeared at Levi Asher's Literary Kicks website in the Action Poetry section. A note from the poet explains: I was inspired by the winter haikus I saw on the wall of my kid's gradeschool and enjoyed their creativity and was a little awed by the simple beauty of the words from young minds. Humbled me a bit with my attempts at wise music, so I started playing around with a random word generator and slapped this down. While I thought the words sounded kind of fun, I realized randomly throwing words down sounded better than most of what I try. But then, maybe that's the message from the muse (or even Bukowsky? (sic), don't try so hard, just write. Who knows).

Image: Kachina Doll costumes from 1922, by Sophie Taeuber-Arp, from wood s lot.