Sometimes time lags behind, and drips like molasses in January
A phenomenon I have been witness to
Long ago, the dark liquid dripping
at a slow, measured pace
almost too slow to call it dripping
and christen it a dribble.
This week, or rather,
this weekend
has been like that.
Time slows and dilates,
like those melting clocks in that famous painting by that guy with the awesome mustache.
I'm not usually a fan of mustaches,
I think they make guys look like pedophiles,
but Salvador Dali's was truly a masterpiece.
And now, it is time to get ready to leave
time to turn out the lights
shut down this machine
and close the door.
To brave the snow
and slush
in this Midwest winter.
Salvador Dali! I have never liked his paintings much. Partly because I'm not a big fan of surrealism, and maybe because he was all into Freud, and I think Freud was weird to the extreme. Also, there are a bunch of ants in that painting which creeped me out when I was a preteen.
ReplyDeleteThe mustache lines in this poem made me laugh really hard. I like some mustaches, if they're combined with a beard, but Dali's was pretty special indeed.
I think this weekend rather disappeared, for me…