Paper Cuts

last night i dreamt of spilt bourbon

angry hands swept a see through sea of glass

from a table fallen out of favour perhaps

fallen out of something

last night i dreamt of paper cuts

a mutant tableau

of purulent, ruptured skin

broken both the inside and out

last night i dreamt of a great vast blackness

a soul swallowing darkness

devoid of all light

still as a dead heart

last night i dreamt of dirty needles

all too strange and familiar, near and distant

long gone sub conscious longings

and to wake, dry of mouth and of mind

last night i dreamt of broken windows

slivers of life randomly reflected

slices of surreal and of now

slices of when and of how

last night i dreamt of an empty tiger cage

all that he left was his spoor

i awoke disheartened

but with a familiar tune in my head

Richard Clapton - Goodbye Tiger