Dream Poem 78: Drawing Waves I’m in a night club with a tablet I’m drawing wave patterns using a matrix grid after grid recording it on a tablet. The bouncers want us to get out The club is closing down and everyone is leaving There is just us left. I want to keep drawing wave patterns and recording them on the tablet finally we really have to go And I press record and then play And all the drawings disappear and I think I have lost them All. Feeling a bit upset when an interior appears on screen It is the inside of the club And in the corner is an old telly And on the telly screen My waves. They have been animated Going and going and going It looks like waves slapping against a glass wall Over and over and over We have to leave But I have done it.