Take me, I am the drug known to trigger
the disintegration of the persistence
of memory, (elephants that cause such pain).
I will plunge even your dreams into new sleep oceans,
such a soft construction with boiled beans,
perhaps featuring a landscape of butterflies,
or a swallow’s tail flitting over frothing waves before the
accommodations of desire
provoke ingestion of a second dose to down
with your basket of bread. I promise to subdue
your paranoiac critical solitude in a single outing
at the triangular hour, that your memory
of the child woman will slip away
as a mere morphological echo.
Inspired by a quotation from Salvador Dalí
