An alien dream

 

Lostness  (4)  1976

 

Rain patters in an upturned dustbin lid.
One street ruptures into another.
Which way next?
What to do with freedom when you have no money?

 


 

 

Dream

 

An alien walks into a crowded cafe. Its internal organs are visible through transparent flesh. People stare.

I shout:  “Hey waiter! Get me one of those.”

A laugh goes around.

I wake up saying:  “They really do have a ‘special’ for today.”

 

 

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