Dream On
Dark road.
Radio on.
Late night
turning into
early morning
day.
The two of us,
sharing a
joint,
on our way,
to imaginary
better place.
Having finished
it,
you flick the butt
out the window.
We were talking about
something indifferent
when I,
in a moment of silence,
cut in:
' - I wonder when
I came home
last night! '
“ - I’m damned tired! ”
I told you.
You did not
reply
so I reckoned
you had not heard me.
I tried again:
“ I wonder when
I came home last night”
“I’m damned tired! ”
only this time louder,
so loud,
in fact,
I woke myself up
to sunshine through
palm leaves.
“What you say? ”
asked the two
piece bikini girl
in the hammock
next to me.
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poem by Carsten Thomsen
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