Andre Breton's Apartment

Oh, Andre,
as always this is
your day;
the peoples in the peach
and all their lovely furniture;
when we have this time
it's nice to climb the walls
and to sit there
in two-dimensions beyond gravity
like all your native masks
with their Kachina hair-dos.

Oh, Breton, I long
to sit down and disturb
your dinner, where every guest
will get
an apple,
and to stare into the blacks of all
the poured paint hung
up on your walls.



by jerry gordon