Fever Dream of UnicornsA Poem by Lesley WoodWhen I awake from sleep, from dreams, I always want to go back...
From dreams I always want to go back. It’s another world or dimension. It is stranger, scarier but so free. At a mere thought or glimmer Of thinking, you are somewhere else.
more strange
Like there really is Another dimension or world I tap into in sleep. More so because I had fever. I remember: I was magical whitness
I remember: A lover, a friend and a car with wires
And tears well When I think of the sick evil of
and bones
I remember flying to save a friend From something awful, and my faceless lover
So much heat,
There was an old man with mud
If he
(I think he was my Grandpa) In the first few moments of wakefulness,
Like I don’t belong
What is this? And what are we doing?
Mowing, hammering, cutting and…
This isn’t living. This is dead. This makes me sick. The real world is there. I just wish I could stay. © 2008 Lesley WoodReviews
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