Poem: Vivid Dreams at the End of the World

Is anyone else out there having weird dreams during this pandemic? . . .


Corona dreams
Corona spins
It’s not what it seems
When they’re hauling you in

A bizarre array
Of dream-time content
A fantastic display
For all you ladies and gents

A clown
A balloon
A downtown
Filled with buffoons

A Trumpy character
Spouting his mouth off
Canada and America
In a run-off

I’m kickin’ ass in my dreams
And getting my ass kicked
All these f*ing weird things
And a strange-tasting coffee dripped

My four knuckles connecting
With a redneck d**khead’s cheek
My old man resurrecting
My 2 a.m. version of Twin Peaks

But Mama, what the hell’s goin’ on?
With crazy days and flighty nights
Unicorns
And leprechauns

Red dot crosshairs
Have me in their sights
I’m still out in my underwear
Waiting for the neighbour’s dog to take a bite

I didn’t vote for this, any of this
And I’m sure you didn’t either
Maybe if we go over and give Sleeping Beauty a kiss
All this sh** will disappear
Into the ether

~ Gunnar Våken

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