UN CHIEN ANDALOU
(THE ANDALUSIAN DOG)
“The cinema seems to have
been invented to express the
subconscious life, whose roots
penetrate so deeply into poetry;
but it is almost never used for
that end.”—Luis Buñuel, Cinema,
Instrument of Poetry
I fell for this Andalusian guy—
When he came, he’d become his dick
Or rather his dick would become—
Him with his tongue hanging out
He’d howl like a fucking dog—
Baying at the full moon at night
It wasn’t an innocent fairy tale—
Beginning with “Once upon a time”
He got me right in the eye—
Before I could get my lips on it
I doubt if Miss Dali and Buñuel—
Would approve of my queer surrealism
But what was really avant garde tho—
Was getting my tongue up his asshole
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