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