Did you ever have that dream?

Did you ever have that dream?

Where you come upon an upturned baby chair

The blanket looks familiar

The little booties

Belong to your little brother

You just know what

Lies ahead

In the long grass

But you keep walking

Terrified to look

But doing it anyway

Your mother’s wedding ring

The flash of colour

From a cotton dress

Every time you dream that dream

It is the same

You never see them dead

Because you wake up.

I know what Freud would have said

About little brother’s

Stealing the limelight away

With the milk.

(Don’t get me started on Jung.)

But you are a kid

And it is just too scary

For analysing

Thank goodness those damned dreams

Have not returned

But instead

I lie in a wicker basket

Floating on water

Gazing up at the sky

Watching a flight of Geese

Fly overhead.

I just know I could write a poem

The words fly right out of my head

With nothing to stop them

They keep on going.

I guess they hitch a ride

To Canada

In a Vee formation

Each word cocksure

Thumbing its nose at me

Far below

In a coracle without a paddle.

Gazing up

With a glazed expression

A faraway look

My mother would say

“Wake up sleepy head it’s time

To start the day.”

Did you ever wish it wasn’t with Porridge?

There was a time it started with scotch

But those days are long gone

Children can be a blessing

What a waste

If they become a curse,

It would be your fault.

Set the record straight

Lord knows the last time I woke up

On the wrong side of life

But I still can’t remember

The words I wrote in my head

Last night

Perhaps I’ll find them

Out there somewhere

In the faraway

Where archetypes play

Silly buggers

With Jung

For the sole purpose

Of misconstruing

The selective unconscious.