soft target

last night, my mind wandered
i was thinking about exploring life's edges, and i imagined rolling a lolly, a humbug, a bulls-eye, around in my mouth
feeling its edges










from there i remembered the bull's eye slit in un chien andalou
a horrible scene i've never let myself watch
and so my thought went to bull's eyes, targets




















and i thought about the pop art work "soft target", a target falling dripping like one of dali's clocks
but i made it up
i'd conflated jasper johns (target) + claus oldenberg (toilet) to create something that never was











no soft targets!