Clouds | 2011




A furry white bunny

with blood-dripping teeth

conjuring up a preserve scheme 

to kiss his gentle mistress -

 

amidst a turtle corpse

holding an axe;

with which it chopped off 

its own head. 

 

An event – for its own sake 

no doubt – 

 which that little girl 

could not witness, as she was too

busy

running around the prairie 

collecting lilies.

 

No angels and mermaids in this canvas;

there are no elves and swinging pixies

doing a remake of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake.

 

Only phallic imagery for the perverse

and daisies and tulips swaying for the soft-hearted,

for the unrequited,

but even more so, 

for the lonely musing observer.

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