Observations in the Café Comercial, Madrid
- for Ramon Gomez de la Serna
The moth thinks the candle flame is an entrance, not an exit.
Cats will have no need of us, once they've mastered the can
It's hard to tell when a snail is dawdling.
In its youth, the walking stick was a question mark.
While we sleep, the kitchen chairs practice the tango.
Maybe one day the nails will forgive all the hammers.
Inside some yawning mouths there should be train tracks.
When a metaphor is born, a butterfly emerges from a cocoon.
The best magicians can pull a hat out of a rabbit.
By Peter BakowskiQLRS Vol. 14 No. 4 Oct 2015