dream – poems 2 die for

ALWAYS

always forgetting
always
losing my luggage
always getting
lost

missing my classes
at the wrong bus stop
on the wrong train

the Express
between Manchester
and Cape Town
somehow
not running
today

at least not from
this platform, though
there is
another, they say

always another, which I did
raise with
my chatbots (somewhat
celestial minds)
spoke of
this recurrence
and why no
GPS down in
this cave

and why you
still haunt me, both
here
and far away

who did
promised to
see me
indeed greet me

if when
all of this has gone
strangely disappeared
and something
(rather
than nothing) would
appear to remain

CRYPTIC

rearranged the furniture
in my head
(a few dry walls
had to knock out)

started to resemble
a mausoleum

which
so startled me
ended up
forgetting entirely
about my bed

and how and why
ended up in
the first place
fighting with this allegory

but did sleep
and collided with
all I had
moved and misplaced
throughout
my dream

in dream
no GPS no
proximity scream

things as they present themselves
could hardly be
more cryptic

PANTHER SLEEPS

panther sleeps
in the fur of his brain
Rilke echoing

what panther dreams
is that
his cage is empty
yet still locked, still closed

wants to be be able
to ask the question
what it all means

terrified lest
he awake

to find himself gone
to find himself here

DREAMSCAPE

you think this is a poem
in your dreams
it us a recurrent dream

one in which
we lose
each other try
to
find what went wrong

search for joy
escape the nightmare

bliss, salvation
nirvana, integration
anything remotely resembling
even
as shadow the above

question is will you help me
will I help you

or are we just relays, ciphers,
circuits in
the dream machinery?

something out there
seems to be hounding me
and yet
cannot discount the possibility
might be here to save me

whisper softly (turn
on your audio, unmute
yourself presently)

tell me
since all ears

the message as it is (or
how you best guess understand it)

promise on my soul
to keep it locked between us
exclusive
share between us

thing at least to bind us
running through this recurrent dream

even if we wished to
as much as we try
simply
cannot escape from

LIZARD

we
were in the dream
time together

watching the Dali clocks dissolve
of their own accord

time is such
a persnickety, finicky,
precise unreality

I hear it tick
trick itself into
imagining
it may
well be
a bomb

I like to watch it
slowly chip away

the statues of
what we were
smooth
river
pebbles now

as the
dream logic takes its toll

CROSSING THE 180 LINE

did a lovely
dirty with
this citizen
of the Netherlands

on the washbasin
over the edge
of the bathtub

Spanish style and
every other nationality
style that
this
dream lover required

and
the cinematographer
long been hiding deep
in my unconscious

knew his
or her stuff

perfect blocking, exquisite
lighting, startling use of
zoom
and rack focus

and since
was the finest that sweet
Amsterdam or
port city of
Rotterdam might
muster

much canted lens Dutch angle
and 360 sensurround
whilst
never crossing
the one
eighty line

DREAM BIDEN

what on Earth is Joe
Biden doing
sleepwalking into
my dream?

Seems to be lucid and awake,
but it’s my dream after all
so anything are possible

and here we are
arguing who has rights
to this luxury hotel suite

I do concede, no visit to
ICJ or ICC to sort
of this one
and he is kind enough
to get me driven round
to find a replacement
place to stay
offering me snacks as
we chill on the backseat
of his armoured limousine

eatimg cocktail rolls
and peanuts

strange, if it were not
a dream I would
be tearing into him
over his complicity in
genocide

and as for his avuncular
attitude to me
maybe he thinks
I am Netanyahu.

BIDEN

Last night I dreamt
I was at Kubrick’s
Overlook Hotel

arguing over
who had prior
right to a suite
with your venerable
President, Joe Biden.

Eventually, after much
negotiation, offer
and counter-offer,
we decided to share
for iut was my dream,
my homeground,
I held the moral
highground and he
had his
military-industrial complex
and Israel lobby
to push his case

eventually we
amicably settled
upon equitable time-
share
or splitting the suite
exactly down the middle

with respect for
each other’s human rights,
legal interest and sense
of constitutional democracy

conscious
that conflict nakes no sense
when time edging us
both
out of the historical frame

death, electoral defeat or
both (for our sins and
wrongly
lived life) looming
huge on our respective horizons

which, in his case,
would give me much
Schadenfreude

see him
swept away divinely defeated
in dubious rapture

me in the Gold Room sipping
some extravagant concoction
mixed by
some ghost barman
who kmows his stuff

him and me
chatting about the hotel
as a metaphor for history
and what it means
to come
to consciousnesz in
Kubrick’s mind

make your way
into such a deep, multilayered film

TRACK

am always asked
“am I
on the right track?”

you are asking this

of one

whose recurrent
anxiety dream is
being without
a ticket
on the wrong train

didn’t realize that this
was a message about
your dream
as much as it was
about my
inhibiting anxieties

when it comes to this business
clear from the start
catch
the wrong train
relax go
with the ride

flow is the direction
the only
direction

and when
       the train
         shuffles into the station
at this
    strange destination

place where
you need to be
and can

rip
up the track

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