To
dream awake in a waking dream
and hear the scream of turbines.

Smoking Woodbine ready rolled
are 'Navy Cut' too strong
move along please
room on top
the night bus makes its final
stop
disgorging worn down
revellers,
the garden
party goers,
night shift workers
with
eyes like guppies

and in this narcoleptic throng
I'm still thinking
are ' Navy Cut' too strong.

If I can exercise
build up the muscle ratio
I'll wake and bear the weight of
being in the waking state
but
the pressure's on me
and sleep's so easy

what if I choose?
make the wrong choice
lose my voice somewhere
in the screaming of the turbines
where
I'm sure bad thing occur
or will occur if I decide to stir.


Half way here and not really there
I share my body with a smoke
a last smoke before
the door opens and when
I
the token totem cast my shadow
on the day
play the tune they like to hear
I wonder as I smoke my woodbine
am I truly here or is this just another's
dream?