location of surrealism and one other poem by ian blake

 

 

location of surrealism


Like an erotic massage
seven days a week
I'm in Amsterdam
where the moss is so
bright.

The
T
H
C
flows completely
free from
x-rated window to
canal where
life moves-
on slowly.
Everyone you come across
is influenced
heavily by the availability
of Holland's herbal
business plan.
Tonight
I saw stars,
the first time in twenty-four
Months.

 


a shower captured

 

Rhythm
Rhythm
Rhythm
Rhythm.
You’ve got to
get yourself back on track.
You
staring at me
in that mirror.
Mundane in mustard
Honey.
Sacrifice
Danger
To the point of putting myself in
A state of subconscious.
Be open,
Be free,
Be comfortable with thee.
Could I really dare go inside,
For all I fear
is the dark absinth fountain:
overflowing mysteries
fill our mouths.
Bed.
Home.
505.
I’m here.


Ian Blake grew up in Mahwah, New Jersey and lives in Manhattan. He was born on April 23, 1989 in Brooklyn, New York. Shortly after entering grade school, his grandfather fell ill to cancer. This manifestation sparked his deep-rooted interest in poetry. After graduating high school in 2006, Ian moved to Los Angeles to pursue his bachelor’s degree in psychology. During his four years out West, he gained profound inspiration from the remarkable group of beat poets, namely Allen Ginsberg, who was considered to be “a bridge between the literary avant-garde and pop culture.”