The dreams had come again

To enrich the pallid substance

Of my life

The pallid semblance of my life,

Should I say?


Aah the dreams!

So rich and furious

So gaily coloured

So intoxicating and intense

Sweeping me up into the tumbling river

Of their flow


I left the house on the dot of eight

Late as usual

The teapot balanced on my head

A troupe of grey-faced monkeys

Following solemnly in my wake



My bracelets were jangling

Live snakes around my ankles

My eyeliner running madly

In the pouring rain…





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