i dreamt you took me to a gallery
contemporary and bizarre
what i imagine the insides of the capillaries of dali’s brain to be
we didnt speak a word
everything felt sturdy and well crafted
my dress was seamed well and your shoes shined
our legs half-evaporate as we stroll
ever so eager
puzzling looks at unfamiliar shapes
we admire the work
and then we leave
silence; still
mouths shut
locked and sealed and we shake the keys
the hands of the clock dance for a while
my thick moustache grows as we swallow Guinness
and then it happens
ever so eager
admiring looks at familiar shapes
we puzzle the work
and then we come
Jun 28, 2023
Jun 28, 2023 at 2:08 AM UTC
i dreamt you took me to a gallery
contemporary and bizarre
what i imagine the insides of the capillaries of dali’s brain to be
we didnt speak a word
everything felt sturdy and well crafted
my dress was seamed well and your shoes shined
our legs half-evaporate as we stroll
ever so eager
puzzling looks at unfamiliar shapes
we admire the work
and then we leave
silence; still
mouths shut
locked and sealed and we shake the keys
the hands of the clock dance for a while
my thick moustache grows as we swallow Guinness
and then it happens
ever so eager
admiring looks at familiar shapes
we puzzle the work
and then we come
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