Dali & Michelangelo
Michelangelo gilds his cage with pine perfume
Waits til Dali says there's room
and bites his brown toe off.
"This is my signoff sign, my Valentine"
and Beauregard, the journalist, takes notes.
"How many prisoner's trousers have been washed?"he asks,
and hears no reply.
Through a small gold ribbon which has been inserted into the prison door,
a bunny flops his ears through first, then his head, then his paws
holding a banquet platter of carrot-based hors-d'ouevres.
Michelangelo screams "I've wet this same scene in my dreams, a hundred times!"
and Dali¸ cries " I knew that!" and bursts out laughing.
A telegram was delivered, post haste, to the memorial of Spiro Agnew,
who sat in enraptured gaze at the ceremony,
of course, starring as a ghost.
A pinochle board was carted out, its top smeared with oil from fingers of
ripe men assembled at the bank next door, who had nonetheless withered only in the flesh.
Colostomy bags were distributed, gratis, by Pere, the squirrel,
who sat on the ledge of the hedges, maw all afroth with peanut butter,
balking at the transactions that the company below were engaging in.
An owl, sitting sentinel over the vaults, bored into the trees, provided the report for us all to hear, and to genuflect to, if we so desired.
But we desired naught, being that our tongues were taut
from haggling goods at the market.
And we desired not for times we wished, but for those that we thought our
loved ones might enjoy, at least during a commercial break.
"Here is your harness," Dali smiled, as he handed Michelangelo a leather turnicut.
"It was made by elves in the catacombs beneath Rome, 609 years ago.
I hope it fits. If not, I know a good tailor....":
"No, it suits me fine." Michelangelo responded, his jaw mysteriosly cranked open, like it needed a good lubrication.
"Last requests?" Dali intoned.
"Please ensure my daughter gets all the..."
but by that point the medication had taken effect,
Michaleangelo's hands gripped Dali's arm violently,
then gradually released.
Dali's wife said, "He might need a priest."
"No, he needs the pope."
They were both wrong.
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