Dreamers

Darwin – Three Dreamers Wintered trees drip mocking light, On a satin backed black homeless-at-home, Sleep tight dreamer, Curled and sprawled. Imprisoned, confined in sullied Dreamtime. And, So he coughs as happy-noise nothing-matter-chatter-passers, Clatter careless stiletto tripping heels, Nothing left to feel, Numbed Nothingness passes A new hand needs dealing Drowned and drowsed; Hot Coolabah Comfort; Floating on aluminum, toxic breath-filled empty-cask pillow, Rests confusions dread dead head, And tomorrow’s unsung hope is snored away And drifts off sailing to yesterday. ----------------------------------------------------------- Karaoke Klub beckons, To office-tired computer-eyed and singled, older than young, “Come along don’t be shy find yourself a real dream guy. Sing your song. Microphone!” Alcohol fixed singers songs drone on and on. And hypnotist heartbeat throbbing bass, Drives her from grace, fast paced. Six J-Beam-and-coke powered desire, Senses on fire. Blue smoke and tab fuelled, And the one-night-lover leads across the floor. A matador’s conquest dance, impossible to ignore And she follows the promise to his bed, And all-too-soon, one-night-midnight love is melted dead, And dawn evaporates the dreamer’s dream as Shards of gray morning light find her unshamed and looking Upon this stranger’s face, and she wonders - Why and How and What is the name? Of he who lies, closed eyes, In soft cuddled sex-comforted sleep, Deep peace, And unpained. So she reaches for sequined last night’s attire. And it doesn’t matter, Only the fix and the splash of the fizz in the gas, Of the remedy for the memory of, Last night’s innocence lost in a pill. Nothing spoken - Nothing said No parting kiss - Its better like this. As last night’s promised love, And forever’s to come, Lie shattered and scattered on the wine stained carpet. And the knights, and the Princesses, And the fairy tale cat dancing in shiny shoes, Have been stolen away from you Leaving only world torn weariness and headache blues And a crumbled up paper – The Trading Post news. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cathedral priest dispenses peace To those with simplistic beliefs Of joy in forgiveness given and a holy father restless in heaven With a diffident son whose life is given to be bled And his soul to be wounded in despair, forsaken, Allowed to say nothing. Left alone and aware Of temptations dare to seek love in imperfection And live and be as free as you and me. To feel the pain of destined mortality And choose to die So believers are doled out with due ceremonial care Wafer thin slices of hope So they can cope With another God-filled day And dream of redemptioned immortality. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alfred Hibbert 2 April, 2001 Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 15 2002 10:32 PM PST   18 • 0 • 9