LIZARD
we
were in the dream
time together
watching the Dali clocks dissolve
of their own accord
time is such
a persnickety, finicky,
precise unreality
I hear it tick
trick itself into
imagining
it may
well be
a bomb
I like to watch it
slowly chip away
the statues of
what we were
smooth
river
pebbles now
as the
dream logic takes its toll
poems 2 die for 