Feeling Like A Salvador Dali Watch
I lie
in this park
scattered with daises
& cigarette butts.
The sun orders us
to take off all our clothes
and we
mere humans
obey it.
The sun
pins us to the ground
orders us to sweat
and we
obey it.
A bird
swoops in to land
so close I can count
the feathers in its tail carriage
it sits by me
it too sunbathing.
A bush
by the railing
is shhhhhh....sleeping.
Over by the tree
the lovers
build an invisible
wall around them.
His knee
stands up
like an exclamation mark
whilst she
like a summer blue fairy
rests in his arms
kicking off her Dorothy shoes.
They stroke
each other
touch each others bodies
to make sure
they are a dream
that will not blow away...
a dandelion clock
forgets what time is
and we all fall asleep
lovers, pigeons...me
as if we
were an enchanted
fairy story
only a great big dog
having a crap by my head
runs the happy
ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Surreal poem with surreal images and the already classical surreal nice old watch by Dali. The poem is real pleasure to be read with its surreal imaginary. 'dandelion clock' - what a memorable metaphor. Let me read the whole again...