dreams and nightmares - no. 116

in the night-garden

done day fades

in sun-burst haze

as

rooted in soil

we breathe

beneath your

dreaming gaze

done day fades

in sun-burst haze

as

we scurry and slither

in search of

dinner

done day fades

in sun-burst haze

as

we howl and chase

in this, the night garden

Kill

I want to kill the acrid taste in my mouth
and fly
like Robbie Robot
high

dissolute and landing
to the eclectic
feedback
spilling TV
that leeches from beneath a bedroom door

and inside
the shattered synapse
lies
a young boy
spilling sparks
like
two babes conjoined
and cholic

spinning dull rhythm
blades
that overhead
the thin night

Journey

Past sentient city rush
and the seemingly stained
concrete
tube
sewer tunnel
horse power
cold cough
day break

HOWL

and an old man
crawling
from the wreckage

push-powder
concave
breasted

run, run, run
and dissolving
shadow land
spectres

I have not met you

i have not met you
like some slovenly dash my head against the wall
cutting up scenes
in a dark, harsh black and white screaming
animal world

is this not howl?
cast faces to the wind
and unfold
in a rush of blood-stained
silent film

depth-charge
time bombed
explosion

that scrapes back to patina
in a frenzy of flash-danced innocent first-love world