Dali Drab Tab Poem by RA there's an olive drab chemistry lab with a poet asleep on a bed dreaming of Persephone near the window broken in front off piece of the planet or continent, or cyberspace qua Tab soda. There's a pomegranate bed again from which spurts two tigers, a rifle, and a bayonet where's naked Venus with chiseled abs? Did Dali have this question too? Crab, scab, Tab, abs. Dali crabbed out of the room one side of the moustache first. There's a pomegranate in my tea this time this is unnacceptable. Can't bee buzzing beside a pomegranate. I look into a mirror and my brain is red granate mush: This is fabulous for you to touch at the inner pomegranate of my brain. Take a bite of an insect eye full of beanie red slabs: neurons. Yummy pomegranate in your esophagus, then abs The tigers are aproaching the poet asleep in the olive drab chemistry lab. The poet is you, you, you, You're awake now, they're roaring breath foul as if they eat their own shit You grab nearby oar (sure, there's always an oar, nearby) just like there's always tigers pouncing out of pomegranates and fish You aim the oar square in the circle of tiger cranium but you crab it slices the air harmlessly and the tiger tears you up into a thousand yummy pomegranate seeds