Runcible Spoon

poetry and prose webzine

Poetry Prose Submissions Contributors Home heart logo Privacy Notice Links Henry Bladon

surrealist visions

 

just before I fell asleep

I watched the fly buzz about

 

then I dreamt about a planet

ruled by giant caterpillars,

 

which may have been

the drink and drugs

 

but it may also have been

a form of hyperreality

 

I saw galaxies above my bed

and a red on a layer of pink

but I don’t know what that means

 

when I woke I opened my eyes

to see the fly was still there but

this time resting on the bedpost

 

it asked my advice on death

but I thought that insects

(even those with functional wings)

aren’t supposed to understand

the concept of mortality

 

before I could reply

he said I knew nothing of the world

and flew away

 

so much for human primacy.