circa 11 a.m.

salvador dalí
draws a crutch
on the wall
and the crutch
for a lack of a
better word
gets up and goes
for a walk

so
salvador dalí
draws a dog
on the floor
and the dog
much like the crutch
before
jumps and runs
out of a hatch
in salvador dalí's door
chasing after the
crutch

finally
at loss for words
salvador dalí
paints himself
on the boards
of his ceiling
with two sharp
swords
and the moment
the swords
are sharp enough
to cut words

salvador dalí
without remorse
gets on his
tall white horse
and rides sideways
fast
shedding big thoughts
chased
by his crutch
and his dog