posing nude in the woods for Dali 2

She wanted to pose nude in the woods for Dali

but it wasn’t that simple. The trees wouldn’t sit

still. Her breasts either. One ended up on her

kneecap, the other on the top of the Great Fir.

And the firs kept on giggling. And one squirrel

kept fanning himself. And finally went to get

the others, muttering ‘there ought to be a law.’

And there was more. Dali kept wanting to

paint her dreams, turn her body into something

where the collective unconscious might undulate.

But frustrated she wimpered: ‘Who remembers

them?’ And just then the Great Fir said: ‘I do.’

And everyone stood rapt, listening. Even Dali

stopped twirling his mustache and theorizing.

As the Fir went on talking about how the dinosaurs

had to die because their massive feces had become

such a serious problem, killing many and seriously

depressing the living. On and on he went, til finally

Dali had had enough. He drew the Fir a mouth and

then lopped it off. Took its fine greenery and put

it where her crotch was. That’s when the posse of

squirrels returned with a breast on their backs, erect

penises coming out of their heads. And the biggest

declared ‘You’re all under arrest for public indecency.’

Ah, but who can stop the idea of an evergreen Heaven,

woven so deeply as it is in our wee Freudian heads.