Curbside Dali
Sitting under the lamplight at midnight,
breaking the mortared silence with
the strike of a match.
I have a pocket full of camels and a sky
filled with large elephant like raindrops .
the rain falls slowly through
an asylum of orange lamplight.
elephants and camels about me seem to
sway crooked and cumbersome...
like some Dali portrait upon the pavement.
they breath and pause for a moment to
stoop in their long legged prose.
gathering to reflect in a puddle on the corner
by someones words i had heard earlier
that morning.
In the leaves i will put them i think.
Maybe the passing wind will do me this favor
and carry them off, leaving no sense of direction or guilt.
but like a good subject i sit very still for my portrait.
to sail with lock and key through the shadowy
chambers of solitude.
waiting there holding night by the wrist I sit curbside.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2010
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