Wednesday 14 November 2012

Separate Realities



I

The dawn
Of youth’s confusion
And strange awakenings

Adrift
Astride the heedless tide

Drifting out
And down and out

I am betrayed
By wicked fate

To open not my eyes
In the light of day

To hide
With kindred souls
In shaded spaces

Apeing the ordinary
Pretending

And in the quiet
Through my sleep
I dream of home

II

In these last ascending
Springtimes
To the middle of my life

I dream of change
In other worlds
In other words
It might have been different

There might have been children

To quell the aching
In my womb

This tomb
Devoid of life

Its only growth
A damned deceitful tumour

And in the quiet
Through my dreams
I dream of home
Of strolling pregnant couples

III

Some times of stress
I turn to the empty space
And its not there

A single bed
A single man
A man outside
In womanlessness

And in the quiet
Through my sleep
I dream of home
Of strolling pregnant couples
And children children children 





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