In a pickle jar

Sirens blaring away and I open my eyes still thinking it’s Saturday, I dreamt that Gulliver’s travels was the bible and that disturbed me more than the sirens. Finding Sunday was easy the evangelist drinking holy wine pointed the way, her fingers smoked as if the cigarette was still there, but probably just some memory…

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Reality trip

When you’re asleep and you’re dreaming and she says, coffee? and you say, with cream in and then you wake and it plays out like the dream she says, coffee and you say with cream. something very strange is going on. and then you’re listening to her talk with your two eyes up there hanging…

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Saturday

    I’m awake now, and it didn’t take long to drop all the dreams in the fast flow of streams of my subconscious   and as they make their way to the end of the day I’ll be waiting…

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Another crease in Croesus

    could be that the clouds are stationary and it’s me that is moving, auditioning for some reversal of fortune.   However, I am as wealthy as any man can be, She has enriched me beyond my wildest dreams and I have some pretty wild dreams…

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Standard release

Sometimes when the echo seems to go in reverse I wonder if my hearing’s getting worse or if I’m going mad, a bit sad when that’s all I have to think about and thinking about that, does that makes the madness madder? I dream of her again, she is there again and I’m struck dumb…

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Before the dream began

Do you hear me? can you see me? and if you do would you listen like you used to do? are you there with those painted hands that run through your long and silky hair? can you hear me now? It’s like the echo that reverberates the longing for and how it aches how long…

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The corked genie

Are you still in the dream with me? can you see me watching you wondering what to do? no instruction booklet in the subset where the subtext is an undercurrent of hot sex and an overblanket that wrecks any idea of free movement. So are you or where are you and are you watching me…

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Charging up

..and now I try to analyse the dreams that sped before my eyes, the legs, the thighs the flow of hair the way the sun shone, was it me? was I really there? ..and 4:04 why? what for? Monday, wrung out, bring out your dead because someday it’ll Monday for you. At least I woke…

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Rapids

Do you wake up trying to remember what flying felt like or is it just me? dreaming the free fall, the curtain call and seeing just how tall I can grow to be in my own super hero fantasy, but it’s trying to remember what it felt like when flying that irritates me…

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Pierced

I saw you in the distance and in an instance recognised the look that shone from yesterday deep within your eyes. if I dream it’s in technicolour…

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One hump or two?

Stay in bed today make Wednesday a better day, Concrete dreams with alabaster seams crumble in the morning light it only hurts when I wake…

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When I woke

One cannot play scrabble with the uneducated rabble said the boy from Eton who had his feet on the chair. Gimme the dream team or just give me the dream. What is there but the depth of dreams? sinking in seems so surreal. Going it solo I make my castle from Play Doh but I…

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The dreams at fifteen thousand feet

Although she entranced me she has to be digitally enhanced she can’t possibly look like that in real time. can anyone tell me where the next real time is coming from? someone shouts, ‘after meal time’, idiot I’m on a diet. in a previous episode they showed which I never watched because I was shopping…

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Following in footsteps

Mine was a long road not the longest road but long enough to learn what I had to learn to turn things around to take my head from the clouds and keep my feet on the ground but every road has a lay-by for dreamers mine was no different except the lay-by became the mainstay…

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The likely outcome of dreams

Today I’d like to stay in bed pretending I am six years old and no one’s told me I can’t do that but I know I grew and how time accrues if only to confuse the unwary go on dare me and I’ll do what I said, pretend I am six and stay in my…

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Room four zero four

The title was missing. but I didn’t care there was nothing to write of and ​I wasn’t there ​who saw me then when men sleep? did I dream of the widow as I watched her weep for the sons that had passed or the dreams she would ​keep? the title meant nothing anyway it was…

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Neverlanding

My dreams are of Peter but it’s Wendy I really adore. Strangely subconsciously Pan attracts me of that I cannot say more…

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Songs for Saturday

When I was lonely with only my thoughts keeping company with me gone through the mirror where I belong life looking in or out at me, all alone alone such a lonely place to be, company she always managed to find me through shards of shattered glass tiptoeing I would pass quietly prints on your…

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Stones and statues

‘Suzanne’ was playing on some background station and I was fixed upon a point where space met unreality, a dream as yet to be as most dreams are. The chord like knots untied me and inside me I lived and died when she threw roses from her window but the morning flew by swiftly and…

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At that spot in your eyes

What does it matter what it means? when dreams are the portals to magical places she faces me and we do the ritual like my dreams it’s habitual. but it doesn’t matter, mind over matter divided by two equals what? Every time that I wake I take a little bit more from the dream that I…

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