“Honesty” by William Wright Harris


Salvador Dali,
if I could only
create something
as beautiful as The Persistence of Memory.

Black ants marching
over an orange timepiece,
sprinkling disease- Death-
underneath.

Sad clocks, lamenting
existence- sagging
between
the edges of gravity and spirituality-
from a tree.

To depict myself as honestly
as you, with your face bent towards the dark deep.
All sleeping

under the cliffs of Catalonia.