Tickling a dream, vomiting silence. (edited)

by Darren   Jun 9, 2017

He took off his head,
like an old stench ridden
ill fitting hat

began poking around the crevices
Couldn't get in

grabbed a silver spoon
(Sheffield I think)
Popped out an eyeball
as easily as an onion from a jar

It rolled watching sky then floor
sky then floor
sky then dust
more dust
no more sky
just filth

(Now he was in)

He took hold of the dream by the corner
that one that promised so much
but never finished

the one where he was young
another chance at life
those different forks
many strange roads
most never trodden

pulling with all his might
seeing himself from his other eye
(the clean one)

he tugged the dream straight out
through the soggy socket
tearing a few lashes on the way
stretched it to a blur
turned it this way
then that

yet despite the effort
there was nothing after
that everyday interruption
the same spot as always

Just before she started to whisper
through a yarn stitched mouth

'my God those tear stained eyes'

'What is my truth?'

she could never say,
he soon realized
tossed the dream away
Wore his head again


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  • 3 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Darren, I absolutely love this. A wry twist on reality. I

    f you don't mind, (not that it matters) I'm going to pluck this little gem (like a plump grape) from your page and pop it into my top jacket pocket.

    Many thanks

  • 1 year ago

    by Darren

    edited for a change, tried to help the flow.
    (note to myself)

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Darren, I am blown away! Wow this is incredible-

    • 1 year ago

      by Darren

      Thanks Brenda, really glad you enjoyed it.

  • 1 year ago

    by Jamie


    You are my favorite poet on this site. My god man how i would live to pick your brain. The thing i love about your poetry is that you leave the reader many ways to dissect the poems. So many meanings and possibilities. The was added to my favories quickly. With that being said.

    My best guess to what this is about is probing the mind of a madman?

    I think this could be about a child OR someone who was a child at one point and has suffered some kind of trauma. And as you read on you get to see through the eyes of this person. And the more in depth they become the more insane they are. Or you could read this as through the eyes of a person and how we see their dream. But either way this is freaking brillant.

    I loved the visuals here because you do not hold back at all. And the poem reads like someone going insane, and you get to see clearly their perspective. I find perspective poems difficult, but you did so well. Anyway i wish i could nominate. Well done.

    • 1 year ago

      by Darren

      Thanks James, you always give great comments. You don't need to pick my brain, you seem to understand my rambles better than me. Really appreciate you reading again

    • 1 year ago

      by Darren

      I wish you could nominate as well James. Not for my poetry but for your sake. To keep your work on this site and keep you on the site. I hope all is well for you.

    • 1 year ago

      by Jamie

      Things are stable for me. I'll get there. I am planning on staying for a while at least. I am loving commenting again and writing too.

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    This has well and truly blown my mind.

    Applauds !!!

    • 1 year ago

      by Darren

      thanks Em, no need for applause although is appreciated

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