Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Grilling Me Softly



When watches hang limp from a tree
the painting must be by Da
li
"How can time advance
when crawling with ants?"
we ask, passing time by the sea




Sal threw himself into his work
with paintings, surreal, went berserk
In self-portrait, soft
by crutch, held aloft
a crisp strip of bacon does lurk



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