i woke this morning lily
amid scenes that were :
in a bar a man with an annoying
index finger and complaints
about the fare..

i went outside followed
by the troublesome digit
only to be confronted
by a curious scene:

a donkey had a fox by
the scruff of the neck
and a large animal could
have been a moose..

seized the donkey and then
thankfully, i woke up..
what do you think it means?
she says most dreams mean nothing

ii

but with out them-we go
insane..it was confusing
but induced well-being..

or perhaps there are deep
freudian connotations
lost in some detail..

iii

we sit in the garden
dreaming
insects are beaming

like aliens-the colours
are  the first time
we close our eyes..

from the oven, aromas,
sweet as wine
spaced like bill and ben

we sing along to van..
pickled by the sun
over our land

old and loved
albion..shining down
the birds sing..

iv

and what do they sing?
they sing it is all
written-

they know..us..
past and future..
small gods..