MB Poetry: All Five Brothers [Rated R]

Maybe I'm Salvador Dali
reborn

A cat asleep on my pillow

And a candle burning
at NO ends!

Just an electric light

Not a painter
but a writer

This could go on all night!

In the garden --
I drink my wine
and keep time
with faces like clock pieces

I'd like to take
Chico's c - - k
inside me

But Harpo was a god:
asexual
and redeeming

Groucho, won't you
bust me in the mouth
for talking so dirty?

I'm blushing!

The man in New York
won't paint me
for a LACK
of inspiration

Why can't I be
beautiful
again?
Why can't I be young
again?

Why can't my wine glass
be filled
with wine
again?

The cat is sleeping
and the lamp is snoring

Oh Zeppo,
Why were you always
ignored?

Gummo is missing
and my glass is
still
empty

I can't find my way
out this door.

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Poem written 1/11/11 -- third poem of the night -- after reading an article on how Salvador Dali was inspired by Harpo. I was already aware of this, though. It's one of the only bits of Marx Bros history I knew going into my obsession, simply from a lifelong interest in art.

And no, I don't actually think I'm Dali reborn. A) I can't paint well. B) I'm not interesting enough, or brilliant, etc. And C) Dali died in 1989; I was born in 1983. So. Missed the boat six years on that one.

Poem inspired, simply, by Dali and I's shared love of Harpo. Plus, sexual fantasy. Ten million viewings of ANIMAL CRACKERS. And a little too much wine.

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From the draft-pile; everything above was typed February 1st, 2011.

Cats and wine were mentioned last night, so I thought I'd stay on topic, by going a year and eight days back in time.

All images by Dali, provided by the Virtual Dali, and are entitled: "Cardinal", "Portrait of Mrs. Mary Sigall" -- kind of looks like me, doesn't it? -- and "Necrophilic Fountain Flowing From a Grand Piano" -- I admit nothing!!

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