DALI
Figueres where, upon the walls,
the turds look down on melting time
and spindled legs throw unseen shadows.
A place where breasts are touched
by sinewed hands
and tigers claws reach down on naked form.
The man himself hallucinating,
handlebared and Gala led
with showmanship his repertoire.
A master of the avant garde,
for me the master of them all.
Michael Edwards © March 2017