taken to the sight of Martin's mountain top
filled with Tora Bora hobbit caves
painted by lasers
for friendly fire planes

I had a dream

and it blew away
like St Helena blew before it all
and sundry
flattening trees into 
ash bed papers documenting Pompeii

the face that launched a thousand ships
had a beard and a baseball team
honouring its name
in sponsorship contracts
and deep sea oil beds
full of fossil orgasms
- energy, dormant for millions of years -

I had a dream

that converted faith to hypocrisy
wild life to farm land
and furrowed brows
to laughter
in that face that stared unblinking
television reflected
thinking humanity would race Olympian 
to its ideal place of riches beyond
its wildest dreams
wealth and virginity
immunizing all
from the contaminating world of conscience
providing amnesty and animal rights
for fleas held victim to the circus life
released
upon the spectating world

I had a dream

that commando guns and uniforms would disguise
the colour of skin
would raise equality
to the level of corruption
and seek allegiance to a monochrome flag
flying in the mushroom cloud
appearing in each living room
between commercial breaks
a time when I could not nor would contemplate
that such time alone would erode me,
or wank its hours upon my fate
spilling seeds of impatience and seeds of hate
like pancake mix upon an eternal flame
disrupting traffic flow 
and kick off times
shackling the dancing feet 
in mattress-bed chained prostitution
as if such steps in life could snuff themselves
and lie like attractive ghosts
in common ground or graveyards

I had a dream

that fire would purge all with a sanitizing lava flow
and bury deep in rock
those pillars of salt and civilization
where men replace nature with prejudice
and call the caring "fools"
where fear would be privatized
in partnership with public office
drowning heaven and earth
in voting scandals
and use democracy to divide the world
to justify these crumbs of ecstasy 
stuck between the worn treads of my boots
scratching the polished surface
of this stairwell land descending
leading to the underground parking
of my "bomb shelter, sky scraping" 
palace of the imagination.

15/12/01