Girl Of My Dreams
Andrew Smith
[andrew@reload.fsbusiness.co.uk]
I met a girl last night
she wanted to keep me
I told her I'd let her
but she didn't believe me.
Using a pen she'd took from my pocket
she carved her name into my arm
'you must never leave me
or your arm will fester'
she said, 'you will die'
it bled for a while
and then we ate.
We ate cold cream cakes and drank coca-cola
we smoked smooth tasting cigarettes
laced with marijuana
we talked in the half-light of dark chocolate sundaes
mechanical Mondays
and Tuesdays through Fridays.
She took me swimming,
in deep pools of imagination,
crazy relaxation
a gothic hallucination,
through dark tunneled passageways
we swam, inside crystalline baubles
while carousel sea-horses
ran wild at our backs
I met a girl last night
she wanted to kill me
I told her I'd let her
but she didn't,
believe me.
Poem © 2000 Andrew Smith, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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