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.