I spent a day and 3 months
sprawled under a palm tree
covered with slime;
and I still don't know how the
lake came to be so-
full of milk and oranges and
ink;
either the god supervised the men
as they poured buckets of paint
to match all the hues found in the
world (so now they sleep like clams
at dawn);
or somebody slipped a pill or two into my
avocado soup and then I ate, unknowing,
and fell into a stupour and dreamt of dark
women and darker nights and clearer clouds
and ravens drinking wine and how all this is
really nothing but a
millsecond of a day.
Author notes
Inspired by Gauguin's painting "Day of the Gods"
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