The Death of the Psychoanalyst of Salvador Dali

Your dreams breathed beads of sweat
The world was not right
The suburbs awoke to a locust attack
The tribes of the Amazon halted
They threw all their irons in the fire

Department stores burned all afternoon
The gigolos cried
The film stars fled from the script and the set
Widows and dogs searched the streets for each other
Strippers were fighting for prams in the park

The network broke
The music at midnight
To announcе
The death of the psychoanalyst of Salvador Dali

Thе baker lite tune reached a fabulous price
The Titanic’s band played
Columns of smoke hung words in the air
All the kitchen knives were bought from the shops
Some police men were begging for soup at the jail

Poker dice games make the factory still
Foghorns called names
Gene Vincent’s cufflinks rusted in the shirt
Priests married themselves using bibles and mirrors
In China all the bicycle chains snapped at once

And the mad world broke
The music at midnight
To announce
The death of the psychoanalyst of Salvador Dali...