portrait by Man Ray (1936)
If It’s Night
Blindfolded by its eye
the crowbar
says hello soft lard
hello hard breast
sweetheart
handcart
water lily of suspenders
It’s sunny in the drawers
and the protruding chins sleep deeply
at the edge of the wheat fields
where the well-seasoned pipes frolic
and white and pink like a turnip
lean gallantly
against the blooming cherry trees
Wouldn’t you say that the locksmiths come back from fishing for whales
their hands full
and their looks ecstatic
like a skeleton under the dusty remains of his mother
who trembles at seeing his father appear
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