alfie lee writing


a realist poem (alert to its own impulses)

in my dreams i am a wizard
with my hands making love
out of cardboard and rubberbands

i have a way with animals
and little children a bond
effortless and unspoken

in my dreams i hold my own
breath to avoid the electric
chair and smoking jacket

i close the books phoned
in and sentimental recycle the ashes
phoenix my own

in my dreams girls like me
who never get a chance to
love to hate to knew romance

i ditch all additional baggage
to fire being only fibre
and water and garbage

in my dreams i sing you a song off
key starbursts lately
toing and fro

rock a sleep soundly sow
in this brow grow
verses versus all i am wont to know


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