Fever Dream

 

 

Peroxide awareness of giraffes leaning over the kitchen counter

displayed in all the Egyptian finery of their mothers,

intangible spasmodic wretch of furry amazon pie

Let all the spiders upwards lie.

 

Two huge cucumbers salute the horizon

and lemons, lemons, lemons come raining down

For the smiles are as wide as a belly after dinner

So full there's no room for a frown.

 

Lotus blossom scent over dead telephone pole

Leads the children to their sulphurous dreams

and the birch on the hillside are white with terror

They know what the black cloud means.

 

© 2001 Gregor Everitt