Dali Mixed Picasso Women Poem by James McLain

Flames out her nose
lasers, guide her eyes.
Her twin peaks are off the canvas, to bend trickles
of milk, holes is cup leaking mouths.
Left nostril reaches around, to guide a smell of transgression
Tweed saw edged teeth gnawed off part you need.
Right nostril dripps cheese to blue to be cobalt, leaves in salad
pink, rides wave on backs of two salamanders
she raised from his head.
Her hand slaps the flap to his door, when ever it can...
Always inside sleeps happy voice, seeking cheaper paint.
Screaming at dogs mounting cats licking lost mouse,