Friday, February 2, 2007

My 11th encounter with the peacock

I had a dream
A four-dimensional one

Icebergs tasting like cranberry and tiramisu
Apollo, holding aloft his golden lyre,
A jade-green space-ship transporting me, back in time
Mermaids tap-dancing on my head
Me giving a lec-dem on music to Auber, Spontini, Halévy
Fireworks in the sky as I woke up

In the morning
I recounted my dream
Where were you? Why didn't I see you in my dream, I asked
The peacock said: We dare not
We've been banned from appearing in other people's dreams

Saying so
He burped
Washed down my egg-bhurji and toast
With mosambi juice

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