Dream Poem 101: Tight With Grips
The pen has fallen between the twin-beds.
she rolls over and fishes her arm down between them
feeling for it.
The sun is so bright through the window
Winter bright
Low
Far
Cold sun light.
The beds are covered in a pale blue nylon counterpane
with a gauzy nylon flounce
very 1970’s.
Her black hair has been swizzled up at the sides
Tight with grips.
Se has a ballet class to go to.
In a shop looking for an outfit for ballet class
her clothes aren’t suitable.
In the girl-teen section
children are eyeing her suspiciously.
She has to go
But gets into an argument with a man on the way out.
He is a Show-Room car actor.
From above the controller peers through one way mirrors
In the control room
observing groups of people
Down below
Power games
Factions.
The rule is
you must meet your girlfriend on school reunion
day
Within the city limits of a Derbyshire village.
He is beaten for his transgressions
of having a girlfriend not from the village
not met on the right day.
“Yeah didn’t he know the rules?”
“Had it coming to him – he knew!”
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