Dali meets Buñuel at the airport

a tourist high on grief splashes sensitivity
through the dull drooling air

a tired grey-suited man frantic with worry
loiters somewhere in the middle of tomorrow

where the glistening sweat of stopped clocks
gathers in bottles of dichotomy

both push their boundaries on clattering wheels
towards a large black bull the glint in its eye

a blade threatening an insect crawling across
the muscular torso of the bourgeoisie

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collision

black framed glasses in the occupied
territory between father and son

the difficult questions you raise about truth
buffet both war and appeasement

no matter how deliberate the propaganda
pragmatism can be too frank

and opinion more often than not
takes the place of thought

he’s entitled to express his views
but the cost can be prohibitive

peace negotiations
begin to collide with fiction

you’re tough as granite
but he’s diamond

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lessons for a coward

Hamlet without the theatrical glamour
…………he is the dust that coats

a seminarian tempted by earthly lust
…………sinewy and wild for discipline

who hides in the green covers of a forest
…………holding aloft his own scalp

unable to abandon his reluctance to be naked
…………he takes a course in rhetoric instead

…………a little hyperbole never hurt anyone

he wipes his hand across his mouth and laughs
…………he is what he contingently is

green fruit learning to masquerade as ripe
…………there are several routes to a late harvest

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