• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 05

A phone (not a dog and bone)

Dali’s words whispered in your
most private places
sibilance in your
most intimate spaces –
firm grip on your strong body,
words clawing at his ears.
Don’t worry he is saying
everything will be peachy,
you rattle as his voice grows screechy
feel the tickle of his moustache
the warmth of his breath
his surreal presence, so real
to you. A phone, not a dog and bone,
lobster pink and bright with
the promise of his message to the world,
that everything is not what it seems
and paint just shows still life
not the lobster of his dreams.