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Salvadore Dali Takes His Anteater for a Stroll |
Paris, 1969
It was a day like any other in the Metro, Dali, waxed and oiled
His anteater smelling tarry and looking matted
The lady next to them sniffed and stood far away
The anteater was pleased, he disliked parfum and lavender
Dali was not thinking complicated thoughts
just trying to remember the words to
a simple Spanish song about a princess
a monkey and a coach with fine, golden ponies
The artist wiggled in his seat as the Metro lurched forward
Finally, they arrived at Avenue Emile Zola
Allowing Dali and his anteater to exit
the first-class car where they always rode
away from the common riders, detached
by the necessity of the anteater's scent and Dali's claws
copyright 2016
Viola
Weinberg |
