| Dali's Car |
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Upturned cans,rusty,holed,revolve on bleached poles. | 1 |
Sand blasted boney skeletal fingers scrawl on a sign, | 2 |
"Camiso Spring this way", along the tyre tracks of abandoned vehicle lines. | 3 |
Up ahead,beneath blazing skies,giraffes and winged tigers | 4 |
morph into amoeba shapes, while time melts into the desert floor. | 5 |
There stands Dali's car,doors wide open,luminous,preposterous | 6 |
pink and gleaming six wheeled Cadillac, twin turbine engine idling | 7 |
while antennae wave theatrically, sticking out of bloated decayed limbs | 8 |
that stalk themselves through dried up water holes, crunching | 9 |
fossilised fish underfoot. Inside,stylish leopard skin upholstery roars | 10 |
while the speed claws at 80 M.P.H. Landscapes hurtles past motionless | 11 |
as seconds pass in days. A pimp sways over the horizon searching for prey | 12 |
Mae West on holiday,swings her white parasol in the sun, | 13 |
plucks the last grape off a withered vine,eats,spits pips, | 14 |
into a glass of moonshine wine,calls to her maid, | 15 |
"Beulah!" then steps aside. The car passes, night falls. | 16 |
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