John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Orbis, Dalhousie Review and Connecticut River Review. Latest book, Leaves On Pages is available through Amazon.
You share in the Triumph of Tourbillon,
strike up a conversation
with the Marquis de Cuevas-
this is where I find you,
at the Dali exhibit,
by the cosmic athletes,
the allegory of an American Christmas,
the backdrops for “Tristan Insane”,
the dream caused by the flight
of a flea around a pomegranate –
I sit down and wait –
what else can I do when I find you like this,
drifting from picture to picture,
in search of the one that you can slip into,
that will swallow you,
that will have you roaring out of
the tigers mouth
or oozing into the melting clock –
meanwhile, I look at postcards,
drink iced tea with strangers,
content to let the paintings keep their distance –
they don’t cradle my universe,
nor surround me from all sides,
or transform my nose into a pregnant woman –
for me, a bench is comfortable enough,
for you, there are four armchairs in the sky.