I Am Rhinoceros
Inspired by The Persistence of Memory, Salvador Dali, 1931 and Rhinoceros Dressed in
Lace, Salvador Dali, 1956
in lace dress, shredded, blowing
(it was a bitch to get it
over my horns). In desperately dull
desert winds, I wander and wonder
What is the point? This menial existence
rains existential chaos, holds no cosmic
meaning, only occasional comedic value.
Droll backroom chitters, the fire that fuels
me, I thrust forward, onward
over/under/through ever-
elongating hands
dripping time,
an interesting shade of disharmony, to paint
my toes.
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