Tuesday, June 16, 2009


I sometimes dream of battles
The clash of steel on steel
And explosions
And I wake in the dark
To the angry voice
Of dad
The bashing and knocking
And clumping and swearing
And I pull the duvet over my head
And imagine a thunderstone
Rolling across the sky
Spitting sparks
And sloughing dragons
Whose wings
Crash against my window
With the hail and rain
But the wind
Gradually moves the thunderstone out to sea
And the air clears
And the dawn sun eases himself sulkily
Above the horizon
To the empty sky
And I fall back into a dream
Of peace


wastedpapiers said...

I've had some strange dreams lately usually involving old friends and places we used to live seen through a fish eye lens or a big magnifying glass tied to a tortoise.

C.J.Duffy said...

I think Michael should stop using spray mount as I think it might be altering his perceptions.