Dreaming Again
This is my Kubla Khan,
I took my meds, my favourite cocktail,
And went into the Waste Land of my mind.
My dreams, those horrific joys,
So natural was for them to unveil,
Sleeping and waking, making noise.
Is this Paradise or Hell?
For most of us, words are just toys,
And that's why we never tell...
* * * * *
war had begun
in the house of my childhood
and hiding in the ancient mossy three
are kids that grew up too fast
knives hidden in hair
they wish to kill
and nothing is left behind
the roof is very old
woods have spread so far
and in them the screams resonate
fear is crawling in the hideouts
and hunger and betrayal
the siblings are building a high wall
he promised to protect her
it's made of Lego an it always falls
***
he races me again, my Ghost
fear and excitement, danger
it has always been like this
I wonder who is chasing who
he smiles and steals my treasure
then throws a knife at me in return
it fell in the grass beside me
a beautiful gift no one will ever recognise
I took it and he was gone in the trees
at the shelter I collect my very few possessions
"take the seeds," she says
the silvery claws on Tina's watch
they are the greatest weapon
she is Gandalf in disguise
***
the tribe is here
the hunt has begun
the battle rages through the woods
and first blood is drawn
I kill the classmate who wanted to eat me
he loved me too much
the fight is over
nobody won
as always
***
I wonder out and a storm begins
no clouds, just the wind
drawing patterns in the sand
a rip through space
it's sucking out the universe
above are just stars
a nebula of blue and purple
the woods are turning into deserts
and, in the middle, a solitary fireplace
it's still burning
no oxygen
lines in the sand
all the secrets of the world
they rewrite themselves all the time
but I remember
***
gravity malfunctions
vacuum appears
we are drawning
drops of hot red rubber in the air
a cage encloses us
its beautiful steel, Japanese
and behind it
the world is shrinking and darkening
we fall down and the wind is gone
it's winter
a snowy forest all around
nobody noticed
***
a river flowing
the wild sound enchants me
the horizon is torn
it floats down
it only seems to be up
and disappearing in the sky
there are rails in the middle
we can skate them
to the city of Gotham
pink in the fading light
with its round windows
and tall hospitals
the streets are covered with snow
and full of Musketeers in red uniforms
everything to hide what's beneath
a boy was arrested
for wearing his father's jacket
he's been dead for years
* * * * *
The sky is pink,
There are few clouds,
Silver linings,
The gates are made of pencils...
