The Persistence of Memory

The Persistence of Memory
Christopher Bogart

Do you remember that painting
By Salvatore Dali,
“The Persistence of Memory”?

Did you ever have one of those days?

You know the type,
When everyone wants you to fix
Everything,
Where nothing stays
Where you left it,
Nothing is finished
And everything you touch
Turns to a soft brown mound?

Your mind darts
To parts of reality
Arrayed in a line drawing
Before you.

Do you stand by the clock?
Why not?
It’s melting
On the tree,
On the wall,
Onto the plain,
And so are you.

Tempus fugit.

Do you stand
In the rain, no matter
If it’s Spain?

Your life has hit the rocks,
But what of it?

Do you want to run to the
Vanishing point
And vanish?

What’s the point?

Or do you just descent
To all fours,
And claw your way
Around the foreground,
Until you can remember where
The life you lost
Can again be found?