Kit Kelen #54 - dream

dream

dream a kind of New Zealand

I'm picked up by proselytes

large family of course

it's almost the first car stops

shaggy, don't know where to sit

there could be dog under me

it's South Africa as well

veldt and a desert of fossils

real jungle creatures roam

but I'd been in the perfect

half-way-up-the-hill spot

clear to view

I'd started walking

but then realised

I was already there

I know we're driving into the forest

where one tree is another

forest is the perfect metaphor

the sequence is out

faith in the dream is not to say

at the border

where they're too lazy

to find the picture pages

incompetently stamp the thing

but the waiting isn't much

I'm simply there

where's next?

there's nowhere else I was

all that 'and then', 'next' –

waking edits

downhill

a little nudity

gratuitous, if accidental

just to get a rating

find oneself boarding

an unintended vessel

as if to pass through locks

(I could explain but I'd wake up)

in a lift … phew... just made it

though leisurely as well

who is she?

one tree is another

it must be Carol's forest in the studio

grows tree by tree full height

forest is perfect metaphor for dream

ironic that's done on paper

or seems so dreaming

selva oscura swings through the mind

with tarzan coo-ee to make it mine

no, I remember – it's hitchhiking

that was it

is

perfect metaphor for a metonymy

for dreaming night

its nextness

never noted

wherever waking has us next

always more to dream