I’m a Surrealist

I’m a surrealist. So what. 
Surreal is dependent on
the real. To know that it
makes sense, in order to
show that it doesn’t. Does
that make sense? Do you
make sense? Does this make
sense? Why do you want to
make sense? David Byrne said
stop making sense. But that 
means it made sense to begin
with. Did it? Who are you to say?
What sense does it make to
make sense anyway? Anyway, 
do you think it makes sense? 
What part? Which person? When?

I don’t think so. I don’t think any
of it makes sense. We do not even
know what it means to make sense. 

We haven’t even learned how to make
sense of sense.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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