inspired by Salvador Dali’s painting: One Second before Awakening From a Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate
SLEEPING, Sleeping, sleeping
FLOATING
on a bed of stone.
My own thoughts
Mixing
Mingling
with memory,
true and false.
LONELY,
lovely tigers
Pricking me with a gun.
GUN
like a needle,
SHARP
pin prick.
Waking, seeing
a l m o s t
the red blood of fruit
pomegranate…
Seeds, eaten
cause hallucinations;
a bee stings.
THE ELEPAHNT
white as a ghost
Shining out the moon
WALKING
on flamingo legs
Looking human…
SIGHING
I stretch
as the blood boils
in my body.
The beads,
my sweat, my FLUID
falling toward the stone bed
I am waking on.