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.