What Dali Saw

On a hallucinogenic palette an exhibitionist is primal screaming on a black night,

And there hovering around is a black tinted shroud,

Within it the sun is darkened, the moon gives no light, the stars are fallen,

A light emitting through broken sunglasses worn by a blind voyeur,

The muted stars catatonic because of his mourning.

Meanwhile Lucifer sits naked in Heaven’s clouds, stripped of power and glory,

And four-winged angels fly in formation to the beat rhythms of rock and roll,

Brought together by eleven winds blowing around broad Heaven,

From one end to the other have they flown in empathy.