Dali Drab Tab Poem
by RA

there's an olive drab chemistry lab
with a poet asleep on a bed
dreaming of Persephone near the window
broken in front off piece of the planet
or continent, or cyberspace qua Tab soda.

There's a pomegranate bed again
from which spurts
two tigers, a rifle, and a bayonet
where's naked Venus with chiseled abs?

Did Dali have this question too?
Crab, scab, Tab, abs. Dali
crabbed out of the room
one side of the moustache first.

There's a pomegranate in my tea this time
this is unnacceptable. Can't bee
buzzing beside a pomegranate.
I look into a mirror and my brain
is red granate mush:

This is fabulous for you to touch
at the inner pomegranate of my brain.
Take a bite
of an insect eye full of beanie red slabs:
neurons.

Yummy pomegranate
in your esophagus, then abs

The tigers are aproaching the poet
asleep in the olive drab chemistry lab.
The poet is you, you, you,
You're awake now, they're roaring
breath foul as if they eat their own shit

You grab nearby oar (sure, there's always an oar,
nearby) just like there's always tigers
pouncing out of pomegranates and fish

You aim the oar square in the circle of tiger cranium
but
you crab
it slices the air harmlessly
and the tiger tears you up into
a thousand yummy pomegranate seeds