It Does Not Compute

It’s 1932 and Dali is sitting
at his computer
by a yellow-green lake,

the brown chicano island
floats against the orange shore,
pine trees pine,

terraced hill
rises into beige sky,
square apple

and Greek goddesses
fence in Dali’s
21 inch monitor.

A woman and a child
stare at the lake
or face us, face it.

Dali invented the operating system
and he’s operating
like Dr. Dre.