Wednesday, 1 October 2008

In my dream a plaza opens out to meet a dark horizon, where the head of a man spins, his face contorted. He has short ginger hair and jowls. He yells, "Come on, take the acid. Take the acid, come on. Come on, take the," A one-note diatribe. Why is he goading me? I wake up singing, "come on baby light my fire," a mantra in my mind.

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Christine Swint

4 comments:

Jo said...

Wild, Christine. You've really recreated the dream vividly. I love it.

...deb said...

You have the best dream material...it amazes, it sparks.

Dana said...

Wonderful! I love the texture here. So well-done.

Scot said...

like this