A Surreal Waking

My world is my head
My head is in my bed

Is filled with bitter dreams
unfriendly shapes
guilt, fascination

accusing dark, and
colours of remorse .

My head is aching
It seems to slither about
-On a shiny pavement
wet slippery pavement
and the rain is beating down into my face
pockmarking each instant
my mouth is filled with rain
-The crowd hurres by and heedsknot
and the red lights glow
in the distance and dark.

Kaylene Andrews