#222 - play with the bones

 

11.viii.20

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play with the bones

 

in a dreamwreck

 

who peopled baize

from the table

 

the same baby in your dream

so many have been lost there

ourselves nameless

 

cannot call it a question

never one for time told

 

life imitates

to flesh

and tangle

 

always in my dream pursued

think streets ahead to lose them

 

sometimes missing a train

doors close

in and gone you are

but I have my century too

retrace

 

down steps to another country

dark to dark go

hard deserving

 

it’s a balance game

lie down where

 

I play with the bones

from the screen in the dream

 

just a few footsteps

in the stretch

there’s always some skin

 

then day the fuse lit

hills and far

unwitting tickle waking

 

not a word of the other world

but

 

wake to a kitchen

never twice the same

 

in dreamwrecks

how sported?

who did?

 

my father was a dreamreader

mine were a sixpence like teeth

 

a foot in the dream

so a citizen of

 

sometimes a fish

swims right through

wrecks of a night pile up

 

old car bones

pornography

like a conference

proud, wilful

we show you the bush

but its’ not the real thing

 

take caravan

recognize this crew 

it was the wrong believing

 

feel smaller than it still

 

guessing to be here again

as for the first time

awash

 

the one in rags

neglected

 

where I was kept in a conversation

wear the official uniform

check if it’s the gents

 

no relief but

cling to a line like a life raft

my own absurdity

 

just a rattle away

 

the Tams of Tim

at Gushingforth

 

not a word of the other world

but here

 

you had to have been there